Kirby the Twin

Kirby Pucket is dead.

If God can take someone as charismatic as Kirby so soon, why can’t he take someone like me whom no one will miss? What is the purpose of Kirby’s death? What message is it meant to send? I remember so vividly watching him in the ‘91 series against the Braves, not even being a Twins fan, and rooting so hard for the little fireplug of a man with a million dollar smile. And he always came through in the clutch. His body betrayed him and he was forced to leave baseball. Some demons emerged. He was not a saint. But without his chance to shine, without the chance to beam his charisma, he withered on the vine and is now dead at 45. Maybe when things are taken from us too soon, we allow ourselves to be taken too soon. We lose our focus, our goals, our reason for being. Maybe that’s what’s happening to me.