Kyle and I were roommates, along with Tim, one summer in Three Hills. It was a junky old trailer that was light on fire the day before it's scheduled demolition a year after we had all moved out. That summer, we planted a surprisingly successful garden for three bachelors. The secret, I believe, is that we had followed the wisdom of a book that Kyle had, which told us which vegetables liked to be friends and which did not. We also had three illegal chickens that free ranged in the small backyard and occasionally escaped. I believe Kyle cooked up one of those chickens for Vanessa after we were given a cease and desist warning from the town. Kyle was kind, easy going and a ton of fun. It was a great summer and hard to believe he's gone now. We are praying for Vanessa and the whole Chupp family. We look forward to the day when our Lord will wipe away all sorrow and make all things whole again.
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