When I think about kyle, I think about an endless toothy smile, and a heart to match. The first image that comes to mind is him ripping it up under chair 1 at LL, just before the rope dropped on a 2ft powder day, rising and dropping with every turn, being enveloped in powder from head to toe. Whooots and hollars from everyone on the chairlift, as he skied so effortlessly by below us.
And at the end of the run, he went back up and stood there directing people where to ski, knowing that they shared the same passion he did. He was always there to greet you with a smile, and a handshake.
Kyle was the happiest person I have ever met. He had a contagious smile that could charm anyone, and a hug that could melt your heart. Kyle was a true friend who will greatly be missed. Love you Kyle!
I know Kyle’s parents much better than I knew Kyle. Even from a distance, however, I can tell with a great deal of certainty that he reflected his parent’s best traits mentally, physically and spiritually. We can never hope to replace him, but we can try to emulate his zeal and love of life in our daily actions to our betterment. The world is a better place for Kyle having been here and will be a lesser place for his having gone so soon.
Originally posted on “home” by:
tom sharp
December 9th, 2010 at 4:05 am
I did not know Kyle directly, but through his giving Parents – Jim and Lynda. I know he had a great, fun loving life and acquired his Parents kind and gentle nature. He will be dearly missed by all
Originally posted on “home” by:
Patty Baumgardner
December 9th, 2010 at 3:05 pm
I didnt know Kyle for very long but he was truly one of the most amazing people I ever met. For the past few months I would see Kyle on nearly a daily basis when he came over with Siri for our kids to play. He was always so loving and patient with my kids, always making silly jokes. He regularly called to have late night beers with us (6pm) always having much better taste in beer than my Coors light! Kyle always inspired me to be a better person. We will certainly miss his smiling face in the window, and can smile thinking about him and what a lasting impression he left on us to do what makes us happy.
It was always hard to ski at Loveland with Kyle, not just to keep up with him, but the fact that he knew so many people that you couldn’t get him away from them at the top. He stopped to talk to every patroller, lifty, and even the guy in the yellow ski suite. Kyle took every chance he had to make a new friend. He even stopped a guy once when we were running and said ” Didn’t I meet you 6 years ago at a phish show?” and of course, he did.
Kyle was my cousin. I have many great memories of us as kids, either ripping open gifts on Christmas Eve or flying out to see our Aunt Lee Lee in Oklahoma. I think he even popped me in the eye with a toy gun one Xmas Eve — not on purpose, of course! He wasn’t always able to make it back to Chicago for the holidays as we got older but we all loved to hear about the new adventures he was embarking on. I think Kyle lived more in his 32 years than most people will in their entire lives. I’m positive that he has left a lasting impression on everyone who knew him and loved him.
A great memory of Kyle, dancing at The Balcony at a Jerry’s Little Band show. Always a smile. I new Kyle from Oxford, OH going to school. I met him early in my college experience, and from first meeting, he always had a hug and a handshake coming your way. So sorry to hear this tragic news. I hope his family sees these posts, and take comfort that Kyle spread so much love to so many people. He was a wonderful person.
I met Kyle during Pike rush. Kyle was smart, funny and extremely kind. Kyle always had a smile on his face and lit up a room. Kyle made smiling his Philanthropy. God bless him and his family.
I have no doubt that Kyle left a lasting impression on everyone who knew him. I met Kyle in the new grad RN program and worked with him on the floor. I will miss his big smile, his high fives when entering the assignment room, his “name this band” on the radio, and his love for coffee. He sure loved his coffee :), but his love for Laura and their precious baby girl of course surpassed all! It was beautiful to see that side of Kyle, even at work. He would get so excited with an ear to ear smile when talking about the loves of his life, and loved to share weekly cell phone pics of his daughter. I am continuing to pray for you and your family. May God give you peace, strength, and love.
I met Kyle when he was working at Forest Heights Lodge. I was always impressed with his passion and upbeat attitude when he was working with some very challenging boys. He was one of the most grounded men in that the boys never seemed to get a rise out of him. He was able to really give the boys unconditional positive regard and nurture no matter how poorly they treated him. I always loved go to the house and seeing his smiling face. I also heard countless stories from the boys he worked with about all of the fun things he would do with them. He made an impact on me and several boys in time at the Lodge.
My heart goes out to all those touched by this amazing man. I have never in my life met anyone as genuine and stand up as Kyle. We first met at Sunrise in 2000 and later worked closely at Guidestone. He always had a smile and never a bad word about anyone…so rare to find these days. My fondest memories are of sharing meals, playing games, laughing….and mostly of the love he showed our son Michael James…even though he always said he had a “big head” :)…Kyle, Kyle Crocodile will always be remembered by our family…We love you!
Scott, Terri, Michael James, Belle and Brooklyn Albohn
Ft Collins
What a shock to recieve this message, such tragic news, especially in someone so young.
My thoughts and condolences go out to Lauren and his family.
I had only met Kyle a few times , but the brief time I spent with him was memorable. Charming, funny, warm :he and Lauren had a magical relationship always planning the next adventure.
He will be greatly missed.
Fiona Nolan
Breckenridge
The thing that stands out in mind most about Kyle is that he stopped to listen. Most people stop to talk when they run into someone. It didn’t matter how long it had been or what you were up to, Kyle would ALWAYS take the time to listen. I ran into Kyle at the Golden Rec Center a while back after not seeing him for a little while. We talked for a bit and I was going on about my life and all these things I was up to and I can remember vividly the most sincere eyes I’ve ever seen. That effortless look of caring that Kyle had. Something you never forget. I went on and on for five minutes or so while his friends waited for him and as we said goodbye he turned and said “Oh yeah, don’t know if you heard but Lauren’s pregnant.” You’ve been listening to me go on and on and all the while you had that to share! That was Kyle. Always putting everyone and everything before himself. This can be a cruel and unfair world that we live in but I will take with me the fact that I am a better man because I knew you and I sincerely doubt that anyone who met you feels any different. Be well friend.
-Zak
When I heard this my heart dropped. Kyle was one of the most kind and genuine people I have ever known. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone. I grew up with Kyle in high school and college and lived with Lauren for some time. I’ll never forget the many great times we had together. Lauren – my heart goes out to you and Siri. You will be amazed at how many people Kyle has touched in his brief time here. I will keep you in my thoughts.
I am Kyle’s best friend from childhood so I’d like to share some memories about him for those of you who only knew his adult life and want a glimpse into his childhood. I am happy to see through the previous posts that he is still the same person I knew many years ago. Kyle liked to squeeze the marrow out of life and I am forever in debt to him for blazing a trail for me.
One day when were about 9 years old, he convinced me to take a walk through downtown Chicago without our parents permission. Like his days on the mountains, we traversed through some pretty seedy urban areas looking for adventure. I was scared but felt safe because Kyle always appeared confident and full of zest. Needless to say, our parents were upset but he made me overcome fear so I thank him for that.
We would also take yearly trips to the Indiana dunes with his family. I have fond memories of long forest hikes, tackle football, and talks about what we would grow up to become. Kyle didn’t realize it then, but he would be the only one of my friends who ended up abandoning the fruitless pursuit of the new American dream – power and greed. Like one of my heroes from a book “Into the Wild (true story),” the main character pursues a life of nature, adventure, and truth. In a tragic twist of fate, the main character and Kyle both died doing what they loved, but passed way too young. Yet through their death, others have found inspiration to live a an extraordinary life. One of those people is me and I will think of Kyle whenever I find myself in the mountains or simply in a place where I need to overcome fear.
To Kyle’s parents – Whenever we spent time together you made me feel like i had a had another family. I hope one day soon and we can get together so I can return the favor. Although i didn’t know Kyle as an adult I feel like we still share the same spirit of youth. Please let me know if there is anything i can do.
To Kyle’s daughter who I have never met. My father died early in my life but I still experience him through stories from people he knew. Please know that your dad will always be in your life and that you can contact me for some great stories about who he was when he was your age.
To Kyle –
You will be missed my friend.
I will see you on the other side.
What a terrible loss. To Lauren and Siri, you are in my thoughts and prayers. I will always remember Kyle’s infectious smile and super bear hugs. His dance moves could never be matched. No one could outshine Kyle and his upbeat personality. The world is just a little less full after such a premature loss.
I met Kyle first when he was doing his clinicals for nursing at the hospital. He made sure he said hello and introduced himself. That was not as often of a meeting due to him taking clinicals during the day and I am a aid at night. I will never forget when he was on his first night as a full employee. Even though we had only briefly met before, he remembered me well. He came up and put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a “good to see you again” smile. Every time I close my eyes I can see that. I remember the first time he took on a number of patients on his own and started to feel overwelmed. He told me “I don’t know if this is the job for me!” I told him what a great job he was doing and he gave me that smile again. Walking into the breakroom at the start of shift will never be the same, I always looked forward to that beaming smile and the raised fist for a fist bump. I didn’t know him as well as some had, but he will always be in my heart. I adored working with him, because he always was there to put in just as much as I would. His words after helping a patient will always sound in my head. “Thanks SIS” I laughed the first time he said it to me, but more and more I felt that bond. I am SO sorry Lauren, that I never had the chance to meet you two as a couple, and I know you and his daughter ment everything to him. If ever I can do ANYTHING for you, please let me know.
I was truly lucky to have known Kyle for a couple weeks in 1999 through Lauren and Craig Patterson. Though I didn’t know him very long, the memory of his caring nature, his joyful vibrancy, and his sincere appreciation for life are unforgettable. I can’t imagine the loss for those most close to him and I hope it is a comfort to know that even those who knew Kyle only briefly are sending their love. You have my sincerest condolences.
Molly Tighe (Pittsburgh)
You are very missed brother. I truly believe the world would be a better place with more people like Kyle in it. He was a man who knew unconditional love and kindness. His happiness and zest were always so contagious! I very much enjoyed our conversations over coffee at Noa Noa’s in Golden, you will be sorely missed!!
I knew Kyle from college, living in a small dorm freshman year. I am so sad to hear about losing him It really is such a loss to all who knew him. Like everyone who met him, the first thing I think about when I picture Kyle is a HUGE welcoming and warm smile. Everyone loved Kyle. How could you not? He had a kind word for everyone and accepted people exactly as they are. His spirit is such a beautiful one, and I am sure it will continue to be alive among all those he touched. Kyle truly was that expression, “A ray of sunshine.” You could not help but be a better person being around Kyle and return that big smile immediately. My heart and love goes out to his family and friends.
I knew Kyle and Lauren from college and haven’t seen them in some time. However, Kyle was not a person to be forgotten. He was genuinely a most kind and gentle soul and I cannot think of his smile without smiling myself. To Lauren, Siri and the Shellberg family, my heart goes out to you all for this most terrible loss. Kyle will live on through all of your memories and I hope that in time, you can find peace. Much love to you all.
I was Kyle’s fourth grade teacher. I remember Kyle as a fun loving, very intelligent child, full of life and ready for any challenge. He was a good athlete and also possessed a love of life. I am saddened to hear of such a good soul who has lost his life at such a tender, young age. My heartfelt condolences go out to his family.
I grew up down the street from Kyle and we spent lots of time together at school and in the neighborhood. He was genuine, caring, easy to talk to and always had a smile on his face. I have so many fond memories of Kyle; he was my Romeo in our grade school play, my first “date”, and most of all a wonderful friend. It is tragic to lose someone so full of life at such a young age. My heart goes out to Kyle’s parents, wife and daughter. May your fond memories help you through this difficult time.
Kyle and I met at LaSalle Language Academy in Chicago when we were 5. He was my first “guy friend.” Even in grade school Kyle was the kid everyone wanted to hang out with. It makes me glad to read the entires above a realize he remained the same all his life. What a cool person.
In high school I was always the backup date when Kyle or one of his friends hadn’t asked anyone to a dance. It sounds bad, but it always made me feel good. Like I was one of the guys, but he trusted me to look ok in a dress and join in the good time.
We went to the last Grateful Dead concert together because he called me at the last minute with tickets. I think Kyle talked to every single person at Soldier Field; that’s how thrilled he was to be at the concert. It was always easy to have a good time with him because he didn’t sweat the small stuff. He’s truly one of those people that dances as though no one is watching.
Once he told me I looked “like a little butterfly.” That nickname stuck with me all throughout high school and college. What a nice thing to say to someone. I will never forget that.
I hope Kyle’s friends and family are somehow soothed in a way by reading all the entries here. He was beloved and will be greatly missed.
Kyle and and my son, David were best friends in grade school. They were inseparable during that time. Different high schools took them on different paths but their friendship remained. I remember him fondly as a great kid and a true friend of David.
His parents, Jim and Lynda were wonderful people. They were very good parents and very caring people towards everyone they encountered. My heart goes out to them, I just found out today.
I have many memories of Kyle, whether it be the time a mouse ran across his foot during history class in high school; teasing our english teacher (as only childish 16 year olds could); running into him at the Grateful Dead concert at Soldier Field that Jessica mentioned above; Kyle and his friend singing a crowd pleasing rendition of “Piano Man” while at Miami; or the opportunity we had to talk and wish each other good luck during our final days in Oxford. Kyle was simply one of those people who made you smile. A lot of things don’t matter, touching someone’s life, that matters and Kyle touched us all. Thank you Kyle for leaving an indelible mark on my life. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with you, your beautiful family, and all those touched by your most remarkable life.
I knew Kyle from his earliest years. My favorite Kyle memory happened at a shoe store when he was about three. His request of the clerk was find me shoes that will go fast. As soon as the shoes were placed on his feet, he took off. Typical Kyle as I remember him.
I knew Kyle through my brother, David, growing up in Chicago. Kyle was always willing to let me hang out with them, even when David wasn’t so happy about it (and may not have actually let it happen). Kyle was always such a nice guy to everyone and I will always remember him fondly. I have so many good memories that include Kyle, I feel like he was always around, whether at our house, at joint birthdays or out around the neighborhood.
I regret that I did not know him as an adult, but with all the stories and pictures I have read and seen, he clearly enjoyed life to the fullest.
My heart and thoughts go out to Kyle’s family and friends during this time.
My heart goes out to Kyle’s family. I had the pleasure of knowing Kyle from his days at Loyola Academy, where I work in Campus Ministry. I spent a week with Kyle on a service trip to Harlan, KY. His smile, upbeat personality, and caring nature still last with me even though I have not seen him for many years. He was a an outstanding young man and a memorable character.
When he was a junior at Loyola Academy his math teacher took his beloved cap on the last day of school. She told him that she would not return the cap. I convinced her to give the hat to me because I knew I was spending a week with Kyle over the summer and his birthday was during that week. I wrapped the hat in a huge box and gave it to him for a birthday present, he jumped for joy so high after opening the box. I will never forget his reaction because it symbolized the happiness which he brought everyday to us at Loyola Academy.
My thoughts and prayers are with you his family and friends.
All the photos of Kyle show the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes and that endearing, warm smile I remember from his grade school days. Kyle and my son, David, were constant companions during those years. There were outings and adventures, or just playing at each other’s homes. Kyle was always welcome to be with us and I know David was always welcome to be with Kyle, Linda and Jim.
Sharing June birthdays meant they could have joint birthday parties, like the year they had a lazer tag party. What fun and fond memories we all shared.
I have only known second hand about Kyle’s adult life, but did not know him personally as an adult. Clearly, he had a zest for life and touched so many lives along the way. My heart aches for his family and friends. My thoughts are with you all.
When I first went off to college at Miami and felt completely lost, I met Kyle. He just so happened to be living in the room next door. We both somehow ended up in the “honors” dorm. From there I spent almost every day of my next four years with him. He was my brother, and there wasn’t a better person to grow with than Kyle.
When I first went off to college at Miami and felt completely lost, I met Kyle. He just so happened to be living in the room next door. We both somehow ended up in the “honors” dorm. From there I spent almost every day of my next four years with him. He was my brother, and there wasn’t a better person to grow with than Kyle.
Our freshman year was spent hacky sacking with lighters(no TV), real hacky sacking, camping, and ofcourse studying. Kyle was a great student and he had a fantastic way of convincing people to “help” him with his homework. No one could resist that charm! We also did a lot of camping at Red River Gorge, some of the greatest memories of my life. Kyle loved camping and he loved to get dirty. He and our buddy gookins used to sing the greatest version of Barbara Ann I have ever heard under the canopy of a huge rock cliff and it echoed out over the gorge. We used to hike out to a cliff called chimney rock and still hear those two singing. They sang in perfect hilarious harmony. My other favorite memory of Kyle Freshman year was when he rushed the pike house. He got angry at how they treated him as a pledge and they they liked him so they let him take a month off to think about it. That was half of the rush time!
Our sophomore year Kyle spent on my couch. He woke up every day watching the movie Ladybugs into City Slickers. He had already created the perfect Shellberg mold into our couch and we just couldn’t boot that smiling face. Traci, Brian, and I, and Kyle…all lived in ” Where the Water Tastes Like Wine” and it turned into the breeding ground for the greatest family of friends I have ever known, and Kyle was always the centerpiece. Along with living with us, Kyle also liked to share everything, including our clothes. He borrowed an orange Anderson Band Camp T-shirt from our roommate Stinson and I think he wore it almost everyday for the rest of college. That’s how I remember him most, a bright Orange band camp t-shirt completely stretched out at the neck with a pair of courdoroys or sweatpants and some sort of sandals….. if any shoes at all, and the greatest beard ever! He had a style all his own. One night that year Kyle had a minor incident(as college kids do) and ended up at the police station. I went to pick him up and the police loved him! He was sitting in the front of the station eating a donut and just rapping with the cops. They assured me that he was a lovely guest and Kyle turned to me with donut smashed all into his beard and said” they loved me! I told them the boobee joke!” I told him I was proud of him and shoved him in the car.
The last couple of years we spent meeting more great friends and just trying to get through school. We also saw a lot of Phish shows. I always remember asking Kyle how he liked the show and he would tell me that he had found some back corner somewhere in the venue where you could hear and see nothing but could dance all you wanted because there was tons of space. All he needed was the vibration to be happy I guess, standard Kyle.
Along the way Kyle met Lauren. He was in love immediately. Lauren and Kyle moved into the basement of the “Red House” with me and 5 of our other buddies, and soon after came Maya, fresh from Krogers! Thats where the family began. And they were the happiest pre-family I had seen.
Kyle and I amazingly moved to Colorado at separate times but for the same reason, to ski. It was awesome having him here. Kyle was the most graceful skier I have ever seen. He didn’t care about being aggresive and he more enjoyed just feeling his turns and cruising down the slope. He became one of the most skilled and knowledgeable skiers around.
Kyle was always amazing but after college he really grew up. He became someone I truly admired for his productivity and endurance. He was always ready to go. He was someone I called when I needed some positivity and reassurance. He was always positive and I have never seen him happier than when he was with Lauren and when they welcomed Siri. Siri is amazing. A little while into my first experience with Siri she pooped and Kyle says” Aw she pooped! Now go to Uncle Steve!” I had a baby shortly after so I guess it was good training!
Kyle touched everyone he knew. I talked to people last week that hadn’t talked to him in 10 years and they still remember him as one of the greatest people they had ever met. I am so happy that I got to meet his golden family the few times that I did. They are very warm people and Kyle and Lauren really had found a great family. I look forward to spending more time with them and Lauren as time goes on. Most of all I am thankful to Jim and Linda for giving me the chance to know the greatest friend and person I have ever known. Kyle was a true person and a true friend, and he found the best in everything and everyone. He helped me strive to be a better person and he challenged me when I was struggling. I will miss more than my best friend, Kyle was a great role model, and was going to be a great uncle for my son. The world was truly a better place with Kyle around. I love you Kyle
That sparkle in his eye. You know the one. Whenever I would see him he had it. And it went so perfectly with that smile. His whole face would light up. Man, it would seriously light up your entire day.
From our early days at Miami sharing dreams, philosophies and good times…just trying to figure things out but enjoying it every step of the way. To catching up when he and Lauren came to visit Chicago. I can’t say enough about what his friendship has meant to me. His sense of humor when I needed it. His ability to get me on the dance floor when I wasn’t feelin’ it. His ability to get me singing at the top of my lungs (Barbara Ann on Tilton’s request) simply for the joy of it. I’m a better person because of him.
Kyle helped me to feel comfortable being myself. He brought joy and happiness to me everytime I was him or had the opportunity to chat with him. I like to think I’ve been able to take a bit of what I’ve learned being his friend and spread it around to others. Although Kyle was one of the most intense thinkers I’ve met, he also had a simplicity to him that just made it extremely comfortable to be around him.
On one road trip heading from college to Red River Gorge in Kentucky for a weekend of camping, Kyle springs the notion on us that we should all have nicknames for the weekend. Before my brain could wrap around this idea of fake names just for us…just for the weekend….he said, “I wanna be Jack.” As though that was his intention of the fake name idea. He just really wanted to be called Jack for the weekend. Kyle then proceeded to dish out names for the rest of us. I was Sunny. There was an Otis and another one that morphed into Johnny Johnson over the weekend. That one actually stuck.
It’s bringing a huge smile to my face just typing this note because I’m remembering how it feels to be Kyle’s friend. His youthful whimsy that kept situations light when they needed to be light but was always ready to engage in more serious discussions about life and love. And when he would look me in the eyes and simply say, “Brad, I’m really happy you’re here.” How perfect is it to hear someone you admire so much say that to you? With that joyful sparkle in his eye and that contagious smile on his face.
Sending my condolences and prayers to the family. I went to grammar school with Kyle from 83-92. On this address you will find a few yearbook pictures of him and a lot of former classmates that love him still. In the arms of the angels. RIP
Kyle and I played hockey together at Loyola Academy from ’94-’96, and all of my memories of Kyle are of a man who was truly free-spirited and fun with a heart of gold. Playing on the Loyola Gold team meant you were known in the halls at Loyola, and while some people used that status in a more elitist manner, Kyle was friendly to EVERYBODY.
Kyle Shellberg was a leader, and I’ve always respected him for that. You, your young daughter, and Kyle’s parents are and have been in my prayers since I received word of his passing on Dec. 6th.
Respectfully,
Hagen O’Brien
P.S. Does anyone know how to donate using credit card via PayPal? I’m sorry to sound so daft, but it keeps trying to get me to enter my Chase bank account routing, account #, site login ID and password, which seems very suspect when credit card is an option. I’m wondering if maybe the site’s been hacked?
I remember Kyle as an intelligent classmate that was nice to everyone, and played sports hard. He was a cool Guy, and we all remember him that way at Lasalle Language Academy class of 1992.
Im blown away right now, having just found out Kyle is no longer with us, but I felt it important to share one of my memories of Kyle with all of you. I met Kyle at LaSalle, I dont remember how old we were I just remember he was a very big part of my 7th and 8th grade years there. One memory that I will always hold dear was our class trip to Washington, I remember I was afraid to fly because I think that was my first plane ride and I remember that I was starting to wig out alil during take off and the memory is hazy but I think he was sitting across the aisle from me because, he held my hand as it clasped my arm rest,he told me to chew gum and he literally talked me thru that take off. As I looked thru his pictures today I didnt recognize the kid I knew who would always push his bangs out of his face! But then I saw one of just his face beard n all smiling and I said outloud “There he is”…..that smile will always be what I remember and my heart goes out to his loved one’s.
Kyle and I planned to do the Elk Mountains Grand Traverse together when he was a ski patroller at Loveland. The Traverse is a 40 mile backcountry ski race that starts in Crested Butte at midnight and ends the following day in Aspen. We trained for this race by skinning up (sticking a synthetic fury rug on the bottom of our skis) from the patrol room to the top of chair #9 at Loveland after we had patrolled all day. In the winter it gets dark here very early, so we would inevitably be skiing down from the top of the mountain in the freezing windy darkness with headlamps on.
I can not imagine even considering this undertaking with anyone other than Kyle, although he probably only ended up with me as a partner because I was the only other patroller crazy enough to consider it. His plan was that we would absolutely come in last place, but he really did not mind. As in life, Kyle considered this an epic journey and he cared little for any glory a finish line may have held. We would laugh and joke and talk about the logistics of the race as we methodically skied our way up the mountain. The packs we carried at Loveland mimicked those we planned to use for the race, stuffed with chocolate and thermoses of cocoa.
Unfortunately, my worsening knee problems kept us from ever attempting the race, but I still feel honored and lucky that Kyle chose me to try to complete the race with. Whether or not I ever attempt a race of this magnitude again, I will certainly remember from my training sessions with Kyle that there is no finish line, and the only goal is to enjoy today and to treat people with compassion and love.
Kyle was a 5th grade student of mine at LaSalle. The one thing that we all seem to remember is is handsome smile. I can clearly see his ten year old face right now. I see someone posted pictures of DD and BB from the LaSalle days. My sympathies to the family.
Dear Linda,
Cheryl just sent us the email about Kyle’s death. We didn’t know him, but knew how you and your husband loved him.
We are terrribly sorry for our loss.
Susie Fine
Kyle taught me all about the wonders of little boys. His mom and I were good friends since before he was born, and I had the great fortune of taking care of Kyle for a while when Linda went back to work. He was a huge part of our world, my daughter and I.
I remember when Kyle was not yet 2 years old and my daughter Erin was 10, I cared for him on weekdays for my good friend. He would be at my apartment when Erin came home for lunch. Kyle became more excited the closer it was to noon. Soon Erin would arrive, and we spent most of lunch time laughing at his funny antics … and then it was time for her to return to school. The three of us would walk the two short blocks with her, Kyle running full-tilt by the second block. When the two of them hit the playground, all of her friends would run up to see him and play with him. They thought he was very special and they treated him like a little king. They were right of course, he was very special.
The problem occurred when the school bell rang. Erin and her friends ran to line up for the walk back into the school. Of course, Kyle would get in line right along with them. He had no idea (and could not be convinced) that he didn’t belong in the fifth grade. He walked back to the apartment with me, sobbing all the while. He only really got happy again when she returned in the afternoon. Then it was laughter the entire time until his mom came to get him.
Last week as we were talking, Erin and I agree that these were some of the most important and best days of our lives.
I have so many memories of the times our two families spent together. There were the times we spent in summer at Bangs Lake, the time Kyle tried to sneak into my daughter’s 14th birthday party at Linda and Shelly’s house because we told him he was too young to see the movie, Psycho (it was the main event of the party as a treat for the girls), fishing with him in the Ozarks, trips to the zoo … so many happy moments in time.
The most special memory is when I announced I was going to get married. Kyle wanted to know if I had picked a good guy … and if he would approve of my fiancé. Then he asked “So what am I going to be in the wedding?” I thought about it, then asked him, “How would you like to walk me down the aisle? It’s a very important job.” And he did!
I write these recollections so that someday they bring a smile to his wife and daughter; I write them also so that, whenever, they are ready, they read my entry and know how very special and important he was to Erin and me. Linda, no one can imagine better than Erin and I what you must be feeling. We have cried a river of tears for him, and it’s still not enough.
I cry for the amazing child he was, and for the spectacular man I did not know. If I could change that … How did my negligence span so many years?
I have picture memories if you want them. And Linda and Shelly, I simply offer my presence if or when you need it. Lauren and Siri, Kyle is loved and admired more than you can even imagine. The world is now a much emptier place.
I never met Kyle. I heard about his tragic death from a common friend that was deeply saddened form it. This is a song and a prayer for friends lost in the mountains that I’d like to share with Kyle’s families. It is sad but I hope you can feel its sense of peace. Sincere condolences.
There are no words to express how shocked I am and profoundly filled with grief to hear this incomprehensible news. My hope is that through some memories that many have been sharing, Siri will be able to know the great person her father Kyle was and for my part, to share with her some stories from his childhood.
I didn’t know Kyle as an adult man, I knew him as a child and then a young man. Our families were very close while Kyle and I were growing up, we are 9 years apart and we grew up more as siblings. We appeared in so many birthday and Christmas celebration photos you might have thought we actually were related. I know I thought of him as the sibling I never had. I used to be his babysitter too for several years. I remember us battling with toy Starwars lightsabers, particularly when he wanted to wake me from the couch early in the morning, looking for a playmate. (I would sleep over sometimes and Linda and Shelly would take me home the next day). I remember his love for superheros and his running around in a pair of superman underoos , indignantly berating anyone who challenged the authenticity of his being the “real super man”. I loved to play with him so much, even though I teased him in this way on occasion to get a rise and “play-fight”. I remember us playing with his action figures from Starwars and Masters of the Universe. As a boy he liked to watch the series the Dukes of Hazzard. Payback would come later in the evening after Linda and Shelly had left for dinner, and I would insist we watch The Love Boat. But he would have his final revenge the next morning as he turned on Saturday morning cartoons and had me watch the Smurfs. My mother was his caretaker during days that Linda and Shelly were at work. He and my mother would sometimes walk me to school where he loved to get the chance to play on the playground with the kids until the bell rang and we had to go inside. He was so social even back then, and hated to be pulled away from the older kids who had to go to school while he went back home with my mother, who was watching him during the days at that time. He was so happy, energetic and active all the time, full of enthusiasm and excitement. He loved to be around people, even if they were my friends, who were much older – he still wanted to be part of the group and join in. Everyone loved him and loved to have him around. I couldn’t have asked for a better playmate or someone to think of as my little brother. That was the little boy I remember. Then there was the slightly older boy, so sensitive that he burst into to tears of pity for me when I fell on stage in a ballet performance – my nerves having got the better of me knowing that all the people that mattered to me most were in the audience. I remember being so touched when my mother told me his reaction of being sad for me because of the embarrassment he knew I felt. He was so sensitive and special to me.
I wish I had an explanation for why so much time passed since we had been in contact and am filled with regret. I thought of him often and loved to hear updates about his life from my parents. Even though time had passed, his memory always stayed with me, and it made me happy to know he was having a good and fulfilling life.. He was an enormous part of my formative years, and my childhood is so deeply linked to his memory. I have always carried a piece of him in my heart and always will. My life would not have been so rich and filled with good times had he never been in it. Linda and Shelly, Lauren and Siri, my deepest and most heartfelt sympathies are with you.
The wit, honesty, and sincerity, you presented to the world was a treat encountered far too rarely- Your deliberate actions of respect & kindness, are sadly a rare specimen and when witnessed should be celebrated. You have a class, demeanor, and character I hope to be able to even half explain to my son some day.
I was fortunate enough to find a person of your stature outside my front dorm door… & your friendship made several years of my life much much happier- which is precisely what friends do, thanks.
I don’t know what to say my friend. I remember standing on your doorstep on my trip with Halias to Colorado so many years ago and having to bid you all farewell and drive back to Oxford. I was upset to leave, but you reassured me that the mountains would be there for me when I could return…and that I would return. I dreamt of a life in the mountains, and your kind words and positively certain smile sealed the deal that I would. I thank you brother. I’ll be making powder turns in your memory today.
Kyle! You are never forgotten and are with us everyday! Not a day goes by that we don’t think about you! Thanks for reminding us all the time how Good life is and how it needs to be celebrated !
Much love!
I think of Kyle almost everyday. He was a great friend who is missed a lot. I could have used his advice this summer while attempting to grow a garden. Turns out I am probably more the hunter gatherer type! I no longer think of sad things when I think of Kyle, but remember his laugh, his ability to look on the bright side. Remember the times spent playing cards and the crazy ” New” beers he would bring over to the weekly potluck dinners in Golden. Much love to his family today and all days to come!
JV
We read these posts over and over. The stories, remembrances, and thoughts. So many recall a wide welcoming smile, a genuine friend, a man whose love of life and the people in it was evident in all who knew him. Your words have captured the true essence of our son. We thank each and everyone for remembering Kyle and keeping his spirit alive.
Think about ya today Kyle and remembering the day Kirk and I kidnapped you so the rest of the crew could throw you a party! Great times all the time!
Cheers
Lots of great memories with Kyle, but one sticks with me on evenings when I’m out walking our beast of a dog. A group of us were wandering downtown and for some odd reason Maya was on a leash… She was taking her sweet time, stopping and sniffing. Kyle’s response: “it’s Maysies day too.” Good lookin’ out, Kyle. We miss you!
Bike ride this past weekend — past the “Kyle” tree — big downed Ponderosa Pine that blocked the trail, the middle now cleared, the remainder to each side — the last place I saw you riding.
Somewhere, there always seems to be something that brings a reminder of you.
7 years and we never stop thinking about you and your family. Your daughter has grown so much, and to be honest we have not seen her as much as we should. I will be flying into Colorado this week and skiing Loveland with friends. It never feels the same but is filled with great memories of chasing ya down the mountain trying to figure out how in the hell ya ski so effortlessly. Long gone are the days We all were neighbors and had potluck dinners and beers in the backyard talking about 100 plus ski days and first tracks on some stupid slope I can’t even remember. Good times, we miss you
Well, as has grown accustom, happy st. Shellberg day to all. Every year Kyle is celebrated still by many friends and family. The Swedish flag will be hoisted and beer glasses held high! Cheers much love to all and we miss you Kyle
Thinking of you Kyle. Tonight I sang Cats in the Cradle to my seven year old son as he was going to sleep, and your memory came flooding back. I told him about how you were a big Harry Chapin fan, and how you were just an all around great guy. Will always remember you as a genuinely nice person – I’m proud to have had you as a friend.
December 9th, 2010 at 6:38 am
When I think about kyle, I think about an endless toothy smile, and a heart to match. The first image that comes to mind is him ripping it up under chair 1 at LL, just before the rope dropped on a 2ft powder day, rising and dropping with every turn, being enveloped in powder from head to toe. Whooots and hollars from everyone on the chairlift, as he skied so effortlessly by below us.
And at the end of the run, he went back up and stood there directing people where to ski, knowing that they shared the same passion he did. He was always there to greet you with a smile, and a handshake.
December 9th, 2010 at 4:31 pm
Kyle was the happiest person I have ever met. He had a contagious smile that could charm anyone, and a hug that could melt your heart. Kyle was a true friend who will greatly be missed. Love you Kyle!
December 9th, 2010 at 4:47 pm
I know Kyle’s parents much better than I knew Kyle. Even from a distance, however, I can tell with a great deal of certainty that he reflected his parent’s best traits mentally, physically and spiritually. We can never hope to replace him, but we can try to emulate his zeal and love of life in our daily actions to our betterment. The world is a better place for Kyle having been here and will be a lesser place for his having gone so soon.
Originally posted on “home” by:
tom sharp
December 9th, 2010 at 4:05 am
December 9th, 2010 at 4:48 pm
I did not know Kyle directly, but through his giving Parents – Jim and Lynda. I know he had a great, fun loving life and acquired his Parents kind and gentle nature. He will be dearly missed by all
Originally posted on “home” by:
Patty Baumgardner
December 9th, 2010 at 3:05 pm
December 9th, 2010 at 9:44 pm
I didnt know Kyle for very long but he was truly one of the most amazing people I ever met. For the past few months I would see Kyle on nearly a daily basis when he came over with Siri for our kids to play. He was always so loving and patient with my kids, always making silly jokes. He regularly called to have late night beers with us (6pm) always having much better taste in beer than my Coors light! Kyle always inspired me to be a better person. We will certainly miss his smiling face in the window, and can smile thinking about him and what a lasting impression he left on us to do what makes us happy.
December 9th, 2010 at 9:52 pm
It was always hard to ski at Loveland with Kyle, not just to keep up with him, but the fact that he knew so many people that you couldn’t get him away from them at the top. He stopped to talk to every patroller, lifty, and even the guy in the yellow ski suite. Kyle took every chance he had to make a new friend. He even stopped a guy once when we were running and said ” Didn’t I meet you 6 years ago at a phish show?” and of course, he did.
December 9th, 2010 at 10:18 pm
Kyle was my cousin. I have many great memories of us as kids, either ripping open gifts on Christmas Eve or flying out to see our Aunt Lee Lee in Oklahoma. I think he even popped me in the eye with a toy gun one Xmas Eve — not on purpose, of course! He wasn’t always able to make it back to Chicago for the holidays as we got older but we all loved to hear about the new adventures he was embarking on. I think Kyle lived more in his 32 years than most people will in their entire lives. I’m positive that he has left a lasting impression on everyone who knew him and loved him.
December 10th, 2010 at 1:10 am
A great memory of Kyle, dancing at The Balcony at a Jerry’s Little Band show. Always a smile. I new Kyle from Oxford, OH going to school. I met him early in my college experience, and from first meeting, he always had a hug and a handshake coming your way. So sorry to hear this tragic news. I hope his family sees these posts, and take comfort that Kyle spread so much love to so many people. He was a wonderful person.
December 10th, 2010 at 2:50 am
I met Kyle during Pike rush. Kyle was smart, funny and extremely kind. Kyle always had a smile on his face and lit up a room. Kyle made smiling his Philanthropy. God bless him and his family.
TM
December 10th, 2010 at 8:19 am
I have no doubt that Kyle left a lasting impression on everyone who knew him. I met Kyle in the new grad RN program and worked with him on the floor. I will miss his big smile, his high fives when entering the assignment room, his “name this band” on the radio, and his love for coffee. He sure loved his coffee :), but his love for Laura and their precious baby girl of course surpassed all! It was beautiful to see that side of Kyle, even at work. He would get so excited with an ear to ear smile when talking about the loves of his life, and loved to share weekly cell phone pics of his daughter. I am continuing to pray for you and your family. May God give you peace, strength, and love.
December 10th, 2010 at 12:58 pm
I met Kyle when he was working at Forest Heights Lodge. I was always impressed with his passion and upbeat attitude when he was working with some very challenging boys. He was one of the most grounded men in that the boys never seemed to get a rise out of him. He was able to really give the boys unconditional positive regard and nurture no matter how poorly they treated him. I always loved go to the house and seeing his smiling face. I also heard countless stories from the boys he worked with about all of the fun things he would do with them. He made an impact on me and several boys in time at the Lodge.
December 10th, 2010 at 3:03 pm
My heart goes out to all those touched by this amazing man. I have never in my life met anyone as genuine and stand up as Kyle. We first met at Sunrise in 2000 and later worked closely at Guidestone. He always had a smile and never a bad word about anyone…so rare to find these days. My fondest memories are of sharing meals, playing games, laughing….and mostly of the love he showed our son Michael James…even though he always said he had a “big head” :)…Kyle, Kyle Crocodile will always be remembered by our family…We love you!
Scott, Terri, Michael James, Belle and Brooklyn Albohn
Ft Collins
December 10th, 2010 at 3:37 pm
What a shock to recieve this message, such tragic news, especially in someone so young.
My thoughts and condolences go out to Lauren and his family.
I had only met Kyle a few times , but the brief time I spent with him was memorable. Charming, funny, warm :he and Lauren had a magical relationship always planning the next adventure.
He will be greatly missed.
Fiona Nolan
Breckenridge
December 10th, 2010 at 4:08 pm
The thing that stands out in mind most about Kyle is that he stopped to listen. Most people stop to talk when they run into someone. It didn’t matter how long it had been or what you were up to, Kyle would ALWAYS take the time to listen. I ran into Kyle at the Golden Rec Center a while back after not seeing him for a little while. We talked for a bit and I was going on about my life and all these things I was up to and I can remember vividly the most sincere eyes I’ve ever seen. That effortless look of caring that Kyle had. Something you never forget. I went on and on for five minutes or so while his friends waited for him and as we said goodbye he turned and said “Oh yeah, don’t know if you heard but Lauren’s pregnant.” You’ve been listening to me go on and on and all the while you had that to share! That was Kyle. Always putting everyone and everything before himself. This can be a cruel and unfair world that we live in but I will take with me the fact that I am a better man because I knew you and I sincerely doubt that anyone who met you feels any different. Be well friend.
-Zak
December 10th, 2010 at 4:16 pm
I have known Kyle through the many stories and updates shared with me
by his mom. In particular were his experiences with farming and his love
and respect for nature and the outdoors- all of which have touched my own
“farmers heart”. His vibrancy and zest for life live on in these stories
and will encourage us to live the moments ahead with the same fullness.
My prayers and thoughts are with you.
December 10th, 2010 at 5:07 pm
When I heard this my heart dropped. Kyle was one of the most kind and genuine people I have ever known. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone. I grew up with Kyle in high school and college and lived with Lauren for some time. I’ll never forget the many great times we had together. Lauren – my heart goes out to you and Siri. You will be amazed at how many people Kyle has touched in his brief time here. I will keep you in my thoughts.
December 10th, 2010 at 6:17 pm
I am Kyle’s best friend from childhood so I’d like to share some memories about him for those of you who only knew his adult life and want a glimpse into his childhood. I am happy to see through the previous posts that he is still the same person I knew many years ago. Kyle liked to squeeze the marrow out of life and I am forever in debt to him for blazing a trail for me.
One day when were about 9 years old, he convinced me to take a walk through downtown Chicago without our parents permission. Like his days on the mountains, we traversed through some pretty seedy urban areas looking for adventure. I was scared but felt safe because Kyle always appeared confident and full of zest. Needless to say, our parents were upset but he made me overcome fear so I thank him for that.
We would also take yearly trips to the Indiana dunes with his family. I have fond memories of long forest hikes, tackle football, and talks about what we would grow up to become. Kyle didn’t realize it then, but he would be the only one of my friends who ended up abandoning the fruitless pursuit of the new American dream – power and greed. Like one of my heroes from a book “Into the Wild (true story),” the main character pursues a life of nature, adventure, and truth. In a tragic twist of fate, the main character and Kyle both died doing what they loved, but passed way too young. Yet through their death, others have found inspiration to live a an extraordinary life. One of those people is me and I will think of Kyle whenever I find myself in the mountains or simply in a place where I need to overcome fear.
To Kyle’s parents – Whenever we spent time together you made me feel like i had a had another family. I hope one day soon and we can get together so I can return the favor. Although i didn’t know Kyle as an adult I feel like we still share the same spirit of youth. Please let me know if there is anything i can do.
To Kyle’s daughter who I have never met. My father died early in my life but I still experience him through stories from people he knew. Please know that your dad will always be in your life and that you can contact me for some great stories about who he was when he was your age.
To Kyle –
You will be missed my friend.
I will see you on the other side.
December 10th, 2010 at 6:21 pm
What a terrible loss. To Lauren and Siri, you are in my thoughts and prayers. I will always remember Kyle’s infectious smile and super bear hugs. His dance moves could never be matched. No one could outshine Kyle and his upbeat personality. The world is just a little less full after such a premature loss.
December 10th, 2010 at 7:07 pm
I met Kyle first when he was doing his clinicals for nursing at the hospital. He made sure he said hello and introduced himself. That was not as often of a meeting due to him taking clinicals during the day and I am a aid at night. I will never forget when he was on his first night as a full employee. Even though we had only briefly met before, he remembered me well. He came up and put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a “good to see you again” smile. Every time I close my eyes I can see that. I remember the first time he took on a number of patients on his own and started to feel overwelmed. He told me “I don’t know if this is the job for me!” I told him what a great job he was doing and he gave me that smile again. Walking into the breakroom at the start of shift will never be the same, I always looked forward to that beaming smile and the raised fist for a fist bump. I didn’t know him as well as some had, but he will always be in my heart. I adored working with him, because he always was there to put in just as much as I would. His words after helping a patient will always sound in my head. “Thanks SIS” I laughed the first time he said it to me, but more and more I felt that bond. I am SO sorry Lauren, that I never had the chance to meet you two as a couple, and I know you and his daughter ment everything to him. If ever I can do ANYTHING for you, please let me know.
Love you and miss you BRO!!!! (Fist Bump)
Kasey
December 10th, 2010 at 7:30 pm
I was truly lucky to have known Kyle for a couple weeks in 1999 through Lauren and Craig Patterson. Though I didn’t know him very long, the memory of his caring nature, his joyful vibrancy, and his sincere appreciation for life are unforgettable. I can’t imagine the loss for those most close to him and I hope it is a comfort to know that even those who knew Kyle only briefly are sending their love. You have my sincerest condolences.
Molly Tighe (Pittsburgh)
December 10th, 2010 at 8:18 pm
You are very missed brother. I truly believe the world would be a better place with more people like Kyle in it. He was a man who knew unconditional love and kindness. His happiness and zest were always so contagious! I very much enjoyed our conversations over coffee at Noa Noa’s in Golden, you will be sorely missed!!
December 10th, 2010 at 10:15 pm
I knew Kyle from college, living in a small dorm freshman year. I am so sad to hear about losing him It really is such a loss to all who knew him. Like everyone who met him, the first thing I think about when I picture Kyle is a HUGE welcoming and warm smile. Everyone loved Kyle. How could you not? He had a kind word for everyone and accepted people exactly as they are. His spirit is such a beautiful one, and I am sure it will continue to be alive among all those he touched. Kyle truly was that expression, “A ray of sunshine.” You could not help but be a better person being around Kyle and return that big smile immediately. My heart and love goes out to his family and friends.
December 10th, 2010 at 11:00 pm
I knew Kyle and Lauren from college and haven’t seen them in some time. However, Kyle was not a person to be forgotten. He was genuinely a most kind and gentle soul and I cannot think of his smile without smiling myself. To Lauren, Siri and the Shellberg family, my heart goes out to you all for this most terrible loss. Kyle will live on through all of your memories and I hope that in time, you can find peace. Much love to you all.
December 11th, 2010 at 12:57 am
I was Kyle’s fourth grade teacher. I remember Kyle as a fun loving, very intelligent child, full of life and ready for any challenge. He was a good athlete and also possessed a love of life. I am saddened to hear of such a good soul who has lost his life at such a tender, young age. My heartfelt condolences go out to his family.
December 11th, 2010 at 7:21 am
I grew up down the street from Kyle and we spent lots of time together at school and in the neighborhood. He was genuine, caring, easy to talk to and always had a smile on his face. I have so many fond memories of Kyle; he was my Romeo in our grade school play, my first “date”, and most of all a wonderful friend. It is tragic to lose someone so full of life at such a young age. My heart goes out to Kyle’s parents, wife and daughter. May your fond memories help you through this difficult time.
December 11th, 2010 at 4:29 pm
Kyle and I met at LaSalle Language Academy in Chicago when we were 5. He was my first “guy friend.” Even in grade school Kyle was the kid everyone wanted to hang out with. It makes me glad to read the entires above a realize he remained the same all his life. What a cool person.
In high school I was always the backup date when Kyle or one of his friends hadn’t asked anyone to a dance. It sounds bad, but it always made me feel good. Like I was one of the guys, but he trusted me to look ok in a dress and join in the good time.
We went to the last Grateful Dead concert together because he called me at the last minute with tickets. I think Kyle talked to every single person at Soldier Field; that’s how thrilled he was to be at the concert. It was always easy to have a good time with him because he didn’t sweat the small stuff. He’s truly one of those people that dances as though no one is watching.
Once he told me I looked “like a little butterfly.” That nickname stuck with me all throughout high school and college. What a nice thing to say to someone. I will never forget that.
I hope Kyle’s friends and family are somehow soothed in a way by reading all the entries here. He was beloved and will be greatly missed.
December 11th, 2010 at 6:23 pm
Kyle and and my son, David were best friends in grade school. They were inseparable during that time. Different high schools took them on different paths but their friendship remained. I remember him fondly as a great kid and a true friend of David.
His parents, Jim and Lynda were wonderful people. They were very good parents and very caring people towards everyone they encountered. My heart goes out to them, I just found out today.
December 11th, 2010 at 7:52 pm
I have many memories of Kyle, whether it be the time a mouse ran across his foot during history class in high school; teasing our english teacher (as only childish 16 year olds could); running into him at the Grateful Dead concert at Soldier Field that Jessica mentioned above; Kyle and his friend singing a crowd pleasing rendition of “Piano Man” while at Miami; or the opportunity we had to talk and wish each other good luck during our final days in Oxford. Kyle was simply one of those people who made you smile. A lot of things don’t matter, touching someone’s life, that matters and Kyle touched us all. Thank you Kyle for leaving an indelible mark on my life. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with you, your beautiful family, and all those touched by your most remarkable life.
December 11th, 2010 at 10:47 pm
I knew Kyle from his earliest years. My favorite Kyle memory happened at a shoe store when he was about three. His request of the clerk was find me shoes that will go fast. As soon as the shoes were placed on his feet, he took off. Typical Kyle as I remember him.
December 12th, 2010 at 4:36 am
I knew Kyle through my brother, David, growing up in Chicago. Kyle was always willing to let me hang out with them, even when David wasn’t so happy about it (and may not have actually let it happen). Kyle was always such a nice guy to everyone and I will always remember him fondly. I have so many good memories that include Kyle, I feel like he was always around, whether at our house, at joint birthdays or out around the neighborhood.
I regret that I did not know him as an adult, but with all the stories and pictures I have read and seen, he clearly enjoyed life to the fullest.
My heart and thoughts go out to Kyle’s family and friends during this time.
December 12th, 2010 at 6:53 pm
My heart goes out to Kyle’s family. I had the pleasure of knowing Kyle from his days at Loyola Academy, where I work in Campus Ministry. I spent a week with Kyle on a service trip to Harlan, KY. His smile, upbeat personality, and caring nature still last with me even though I have not seen him for many years. He was a an outstanding young man and a memorable character.
When he was a junior at Loyola Academy his math teacher took his beloved cap on the last day of school. She told him that she would not return the cap. I convinced her to give the hat to me because I knew I was spending a week with Kyle over the summer and his birthday was during that week. I wrapped the hat in a huge box and gave it to him for a birthday present, he jumped for joy so high after opening the box. I will never forget his reaction because it symbolized the happiness which he brought everyday to us at Loyola Academy.
My thoughts and prayers are with you his family and friends.
December 13th, 2010 at 2:13 am
All the photos of Kyle show the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes and that endearing, warm smile I remember from his grade school days. Kyle and my son, David, were constant companions during those years. There were outings and adventures, or just playing at each other’s homes. Kyle was always welcome to be with us and I know David was always welcome to be with Kyle, Linda and Jim.
Sharing June birthdays meant they could have joint birthday parties, like the year they had a lazer tag party. What fun and fond memories we all shared.
I have only known second hand about Kyle’s adult life, but did not know him personally as an adult. Clearly, he had a zest for life and touched so many lives along the way. My heart aches for his family and friends. My thoughts are with you all.
December 14th, 2010 at 4:37 am
When I first went off to college at Miami and felt completely lost, I met Kyle. He just so happened to be living in the room next door. We both somehow ended up in the “honors” dorm. From there I spent almost every day of my next four years with him. He was my brother, and there wasn’t a better person to grow with than Kyle.
December 14th, 2010 at 7:03 am
When I first went off to college at Miami and felt completely lost, I met Kyle. He just so happened to be living in the room next door. We both somehow ended up in the “honors” dorm. From there I spent almost every day of my next four years with him. He was my brother, and there wasn’t a better person to grow with than Kyle.
Our freshman year was spent hacky sacking with lighters(no TV), real hacky sacking, camping, and ofcourse studying. Kyle was a great student and he had a fantastic way of convincing people to “help” him with his homework. No one could resist that charm! We also did a lot of camping at Red River Gorge, some of the greatest memories of my life. Kyle loved camping and he loved to get dirty. He and our buddy gookins used to sing the greatest version of Barbara Ann I have ever heard under the canopy of a huge rock cliff and it echoed out over the gorge. We used to hike out to a cliff called chimney rock and still hear those two singing. They sang in perfect hilarious harmony. My other favorite memory of Kyle Freshman year was when he rushed the pike house. He got angry at how they treated him as a pledge and they they liked him so they let him take a month off to think about it. That was half of the rush time!
Our sophomore year Kyle spent on my couch. He woke up every day watching the movie Ladybugs into City Slickers. He had already created the perfect Shellberg mold into our couch and we just couldn’t boot that smiling face. Traci, Brian, and I, and Kyle…all lived in ” Where the Water Tastes Like Wine” and it turned into the breeding ground for the greatest family of friends I have ever known, and Kyle was always the centerpiece. Along with living with us, Kyle also liked to share everything, including our clothes. He borrowed an orange Anderson Band Camp T-shirt from our roommate Stinson and I think he wore it almost everyday for the rest of college. That’s how I remember him most, a bright Orange band camp t-shirt completely stretched out at the neck with a pair of courdoroys or sweatpants and some sort of sandals….. if any shoes at all, and the greatest beard ever! He had a style all his own. One night that year Kyle had a minor incident(as college kids do) and ended up at the police station. I went to pick him up and the police loved him! He was sitting in the front of the station eating a donut and just rapping with the cops. They assured me that he was a lovely guest and Kyle turned to me with donut smashed all into his beard and said” they loved me! I told them the boobee joke!” I told him I was proud of him and shoved him in the car.
The last couple of years we spent meeting more great friends and just trying to get through school. We also saw a lot of Phish shows. I always remember asking Kyle how he liked the show and he would tell me that he had found some back corner somewhere in the venue where you could hear and see nothing but could dance all you wanted because there was tons of space. All he needed was the vibration to be happy I guess, standard Kyle.
Along the way Kyle met Lauren. He was in love immediately. Lauren and Kyle moved into the basement of the “Red House” with me and 5 of our other buddies, and soon after came Maya, fresh from Krogers! Thats where the family began. And they were the happiest pre-family I had seen.
Kyle and I amazingly moved to Colorado at separate times but for the same reason, to ski. It was awesome having him here. Kyle was the most graceful skier I have ever seen. He didn’t care about being aggresive and he more enjoyed just feeling his turns and cruising down the slope. He became one of the most skilled and knowledgeable skiers around.
Kyle was always amazing but after college he really grew up. He became someone I truly admired for his productivity and endurance. He was always ready to go. He was someone I called when I needed some positivity and reassurance. He was always positive and I have never seen him happier than when he was with Lauren and when they welcomed Siri. Siri is amazing. A little while into my first experience with Siri she pooped and Kyle says” Aw she pooped! Now go to Uncle Steve!” I had a baby shortly after so I guess it was good training!
Kyle touched everyone he knew. I talked to people last week that hadn’t talked to him in 10 years and they still remember him as one of the greatest people they had ever met. I am so happy that I got to meet his golden family the few times that I did. They are very warm people and Kyle and Lauren really had found a great family. I look forward to spending more time with them and Lauren as time goes on. Most of all I am thankful to Jim and Linda for giving me the chance to know the greatest friend and person I have ever known. Kyle was a true person and a true friend, and he found the best in everything and everyone. He helped me strive to be a better person and he challenged me when I was struggling. I will miss more than my best friend, Kyle was a great role model, and was going to be a great uncle for my son. The world was truly a better place with Kyle around. I love you Kyle
December 14th, 2010 at 7:24 am
That sparkle in his eye. You know the one. Whenever I would see him he had it. And it went so perfectly with that smile. His whole face would light up. Man, it would seriously light up your entire day.
From our early days at Miami sharing dreams, philosophies and good times…just trying to figure things out but enjoying it every step of the way. To catching up when he and Lauren came to visit Chicago. I can’t say enough about what his friendship has meant to me. His sense of humor when I needed it. His ability to get me on the dance floor when I wasn’t feelin’ it. His ability to get me singing at the top of my lungs (Barbara Ann on Tilton’s request) simply for the joy of it. I’m a better person because of him.
Kyle helped me to feel comfortable being myself. He brought joy and happiness to me everytime I was him or had the opportunity to chat with him. I like to think I’ve been able to take a bit of what I’ve learned being his friend and spread it around to others. Although Kyle was one of the most intense thinkers I’ve met, he also had a simplicity to him that just made it extremely comfortable to be around him.
On one road trip heading from college to Red River Gorge in Kentucky for a weekend of camping, Kyle springs the notion on us that we should all have nicknames for the weekend. Before my brain could wrap around this idea of fake names just for us…just for the weekend….he said, “I wanna be Jack.” As though that was his intention of the fake name idea. He just really wanted to be called Jack for the weekend. Kyle then proceeded to dish out names for the rest of us. I was Sunny. There was an Otis and another one that morphed into Johnny Johnson over the weekend. That one actually stuck.
It’s bringing a huge smile to my face just typing this note because I’m remembering how it feels to be Kyle’s friend. His youthful whimsy that kept situations light when they needed to be light but was always ready to engage in more serious discussions about life and love. And when he would look me in the eyes and simply say, “Brad, I’m really happy you’re here.” How perfect is it to hear someone you admire so much say that to you? With that joyful sparkle in his eye and that contagious smile on his face.
December 15th, 2010 at 6:07 pm
I only knew him a bit, in high school many years ago, but he was a lovely man.
December 21st, 2010 at 2:27 pm
Sending my condolences and prayers to the family. I went to grammar school with Kyle from 83-92. On this address you will find a few yearbook pictures of him and a lot of former classmates that love him still. In the arms of the angels. RIP
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88926&id=839059088
December 23rd, 2010 at 12:25 am
Dear Lauren,
Kyle and I played hockey together at Loyola Academy from ’94-’96, and all of my memories of Kyle are of a man who was truly free-spirited and fun with a heart of gold. Playing on the Loyola Gold team meant you were known in the halls at Loyola, and while some people used that status in a more elitist manner, Kyle was friendly to EVERYBODY.
Kyle Shellberg was a leader, and I’ve always respected him for that. You, your young daughter, and Kyle’s parents are and have been in my prayers since I received word of his passing on Dec. 6th.
Respectfully,
Hagen O’Brien
P.S. Does anyone know how to donate using credit card via PayPal? I’m sorry to sound so daft, but it keeps trying to get me to enter my Chase bank account routing, account #, site login ID and password, which seems very suspect when credit card is an option. I’m wondering if maybe the site’s been hacked?
December 23rd, 2010 at 2:42 am
I remember Kyle as an intelligent classmate that was nice to everyone, and played sports hard. He was a cool Guy, and we all remember him that way at Lasalle Language Academy class of 1992.
December 25th, 2010 at 3:12 am
Im blown away right now, having just found out Kyle is no longer with us, but I felt it important to share one of my memories of Kyle with all of you. I met Kyle at LaSalle, I dont remember how old we were I just remember he was a very big part of my 7th and 8th grade years there. One memory that I will always hold dear was our class trip to Washington, I remember I was afraid to fly because I think that was my first plane ride and I remember that I was starting to wig out alil during take off and the memory is hazy but I think he was sitting across the aisle from me because, he held my hand as it clasped my arm rest,he told me to chew gum and he literally talked me thru that take off. As I looked thru his pictures today I didnt recognize the kid I knew who would always push his bangs out of his face! But then I saw one of just his face beard n all smiling and I said outloud “There he is”…..that smile will always be what I remember and my heart goes out to his loved one’s.
December 25th, 2010 at 3:35 pm
Kyle and I planned to do the Elk Mountains Grand Traverse together when he was a ski patroller at Loveland. The Traverse is a 40 mile backcountry ski race that starts in Crested Butte at midnight and ends the following day in Aspen. We trained for this race by skinning up (sticking a synthetic fury rug on the bottom of our skis) from the patrol room to the top of chair #9 at Loveland after we had patrolled all day. In the winter it gets dark here very early, so we would inevitably be skiing down from the top of the mountain in the freezing windy darkness with headlamps on.
I can not imagine even considering this undertaking with anyone other than Kyle, although he probably only ended up with me as a partner because I was the only other patroller crazy enough to consider it. His plan was that we would absolutely come in last place, but he really did not mind. As in life, Kyle considered this an epic journey and he cared little for any glory a finish line may have held. We would laugh and joke and talk about the logistics of the race as we methodically skied our way up the mountain. The packs we carried at Loveland mimicked those we planned to use for the race, stuffed with chocolate and thermoses of cocoa.
Unfortunately, my worsening knee problems kept us from ever attempting the race, but I still feel honored and lucky that Kyle chose me to try to complete the race with. Whether or not I ever attempt a race of this magnitude again, I will certainly remember from my training sessions with Kyle that there is no finish line, and the only goal is to enjoy today and to treat people with compassion and love.
Thank you Kyle,
Jamie Kavanaugh
Loveland Ski Patrol
December 29th, 2010 at 3:18 am
Kyle was a 5th grade student of mine at LaSalle. The one thing that we all seem to remember is is handsome smile. I can clearly see his ten year old face right now. I see someone posted pictures of DD and BB from the LaSalle days. My sympathies to the family.
December 29th, 2010 at 7:22 pm
To: Kyle’s parents, Shelly and Linda, our hearts go out to you. Words cannot express our sorrow. We are thinking of you.
Marcey & Rey
January 7th, 2011 at 1:59 am
Dear Linda,
Cheryl just sent us the email about Kyle’s death. We didn’t know him, but knew how you and your husband loved him.
We are terrribly sorry for our loss.
Susie Fine
January 7th, 2011 at 4:01 pm
Kyle taught me all about the wonders of little boys. His mom and I were good friends since before he was born, and I had the great fortune of taking care of Kyle for a while when Linda went back to work. He was a huge part of our world, my daughter and I.
I remember when Kyle was not yet 2 years old and my daughter Erin was 10, I cared for him on weekdays for my good friend. He would be at my apartment when Erin came home for lunch. Kyle became more excited the closer it was to noon. Soon Erin would arrive, and we spent most of lunch time laughing at his funny antics … and then it was time for her to return to school. The three of us would walk the two short blocks with her, Kyle running full-tilt by the second block. When the two of them hit the playground, all of her friends would run up to see him and play with him. They thought he was very special and they treated him like a little king. They were right of course, he was very special.
The problem occurred when the school bell rang. Erin and her friends ran to line up for the walk back into the school. Of course, Kyle would get in line right along with them. He had no idea (and could not be convinced) that he didn’t belong in the fifth grade. He walked back to the apartment with me, sobbing all the while. He only really got happy again when she returned in the afternoon. Then it was laughter the entire time until his mom came to get him.
Last week as we were talking, Erin and I agree that these were some of the most important and best days of our lives.
I have so many memories of the times our two families spent together. There were the times we spent in summer at Bangs Lake, the time Kyle tried to sneak into my daughter’s 14th birthday party at Linda and Shelly’s house because we told him he was too young to see the movie, Psycho (it was the main event of the party as a treat for the girls), fishing with him in the Ozarks, trips to the zoo … so many happy moments in time.
The most special memory is when I announced I was going to get married. Kyle wanted to know if I had picked a good guy … and if he would approve of my fiancé. Then he asked “So what am I going to be in the wedding?” I thought about it, then asked him, “How would you like to walk me down the aisle? It’s a very important job.” And he did!
I write these recollections so that someday they bring a smile to his wife and daughter; I write them also so that, whenever, they are ready, they read my entry and know how very special and important he was to Erin and me. Linda, no one can imagine better than Erin and I what you must be feeling. We have cried a river of tears for him, and it’s still not enough.
I cry for the amazing child he was, and for the spectacular man I did not know. If I could change that … How did my negligence span so many years?
I have picture memories if you want them. And Linda and Shelly, I simply offer my presence if or when you need it. Lauren and Siri, Kyle is loved and admired more than you can even imagine. The world is now a much emptier place.
Sincerely,
Andrea Sakurada, Aurora, IL
January 7th, 2011 at 6:09 pm
I never met Kyle. I heard about his tragic death from a common friend that was deeply saddened form it. This is a song and a prayer for friends lost in the mountains that I’d like to share with Kyle’s families. It is sad but I hope you can feel its sense of peace. Sincere condolences.
January 7th, 2011 at 6:10 pm
There are no words to express how shocked I am and profoundly filled with grief to hear this incomprehensible news. My hope is that through some memories that many have been sharing, Siri will be able to know the great person her father Kyle was and for my part, to share with her some stories from his childhood.
I didn’t know Kyle as an adult man, I knew him as a child and then a young man. Our families were very close while Kyle and I were growing up, we are 9 years apart and we grew up more as siblings. We appeared in so many birthday and Christmas celebration photos you might have thought we actually were related. I know I thought of him as the sibling I never had. I used to be his babysitter too for several years. I remember us battling with toy Starwars lightsabers, particularly when he wanted to wake me from the couch early in the morning, looking for a playmate. (I would sleep over sometimes and Linda and Shelly would take me home the next day). I remember his love for superheros and his running around in a pair of superman underoos , indignantly berating anyone who challenged the authenticity of his being the “real super man”. I loved to play with him so much, even though I teased him in this way on occasion to get a rise and “play-fight”. I remember us playing with his action figures from Starwars and Masters of the Universe. As a boy he liked to watch the series the Dukes of Hazzard. Payback would come later in the evening after Linda and Shelly had left for dinner, and I would insist we watch The Love Boat. But he would have his final revenge the next morning as he turned on Saturday morning cartoons and had me watch the Smurfs. My mother was his caretaker during days that Linda and Shelly were at work. He and my mother would sometimes walk me to school where he loved to get the chance to play on the playground with the kids until the bell rang and we had to go inside. He was so social even back then, and hated to be pulled away from the older kids who had to go to school while he went back home with my mother, who was watching him during the days at that time. He was so happy, energetic and active all the time, full of enthusiasm and excitement. He loved to be around people, even if they were my friends, who were much older – he still wanted to be part of the group and join in. Everyone loved him and loved to have him around. I couldn’t have asked for a better playmate or someone to think of as my little brother. That was the little boy I remember. Then there was the slightly older boy, so sensitive that he burst into to tears of pity for me when I fell on stage in a ballet performance – my nerves having got the better of me knowing that all the people that mattered to me most were in the audience. I remember being so touched when my mother told me his reaction of being sad for me because of the embarrassment he knew I felt. He was so sensitive and special to me.
I wish I had an explanation for why so much time passed since we had been in contact and am filled with regret. I thought of him often and loved to hear updates about his life from my parents. Even though time had passed, his memory always stayed with me, and it made me happy to know he was having a good and fulfilling life.. He was an enormous part of my formative years, and my childhood is so deeply linked to his memory. I have always carried a piece of him in my heart and always will. My life would not have been so rich and filled with good times had he never been in it. Linda and Shelly, Lauren and Siri, my deepest and most heartfelt sympathies are with you.
Love,
Erin Sullivan
June 21st, 2011 at 1:50 am
I only knew Kyle through a girl I dated our Senior year. I always thought he was a good man.
I always thought the best way to go was while doing something you loved.
My condolences to your family and friends.
December 21st, 2011 at 6:37 am
I have been thinking about you a lot Kyle… We miss you.
March 29th, 2012 at 4:26 am
Kyle
The wit, honesty, and sincerity, you presented to the world was a treat encountered far too rarely- Your deliberate actions of respect & kindness, are sadly a rare specimen and when witnessed should be celebrated. You have a class, demeanor, and character I hope to be able to even half explain to my son some day.
I was fortunate enough to find a person of your stature outside my front dorm door… & your friendship made several years of my life much much happier- which is precisely what friends do, thanks.
Bless ya Kyle, many times.
Thanks
December 5th, 2012 at 6:45 pm
I don’t know what to say my friend. I remember standing on your doorstep on my trip with Halias to Colorado so many years ago and having to bid you all farewell and drive back to Oxford. I was upset to leave, but you reassured me that the mountains would be there for me when I could return…and that I would return. I dreamt of a life in the mountains, and your kind words and positively certain smile sealed the deal that I would. I thank you brother. I’ll be making powder turns in your memory today.
December 5th, 2013 at 2:08 am
Kyle! You are never forgotten and are with us everyday! Not a day goes by that we don’t think about you! Thanks for reminding us all the time how Good life is and how it needs to be celebrated !
Much love!
December 5th, 2013 at 12:56 pm
Thinking of you Kyle, You will NEVER be forgotten….
December 5th, 2014 at 12:57 am
Thinking of you again Kyle, you made a difference…
December 5th, 2014 at 4:05 pm
I think of Kyle almost everyday. He was a great friend who is missed a lot. I could have used his advice this summer while attempting to grow a garden. Turns out I am probably more the hunter gatherer type! I no longer think of sad things when I think of Kyle, but remember his laugh, his ability to look on the bright side. Remember the times spent playing cards and the crazy ” New” beers he would bring over to the weekly potluck dinners in Golden. Much love to his family today and all days to come!
JV
December 6th, 2014 at 3:52 am
Went for a SS ride today — “Every trail is a SS trail!” you once said.
Will ski tomorrow, with friends at Loveland.
The garden really prospered this year, maybe it was the compost — created the way you suggested — finally kicking in?
So many little things, happy and fun things; a small part of who you continue to be in many ways.
December 6th, 2014 at 4:43 am
We read these posts over and over. The stories, remembrances, and thoughts. So many recall a wide welcoming smile, a genuine friend, a man whose love of life and the people in it was evident in all who knew him. Your words have captured the true essence of our son. We thank each and everyone for remembering Kyle and keeping his spirit alive.
June 16th, 2015 at 1:53 am
Think about ya today Kyle and remembering the day Kirk and I kidnapped you so the rest of the crew could throw you a party! Great times all the time!
Cheers
June 16th, 2015 at 2:59 am
Lots of great memories with Kyle, but one sticks with me on evenings when I’m out walking our beast of a dog. A group of us were wandering downtown and for some odd reason Maya was on a leash… She was taking her sweet time, stopping and sniffing. Kyle’s response: “it’s Maysies day too.” Good lookin’ out, Kyle. We miss you!
June 16th, 2015 at 3:20 am
Bike ride this past weekend — past the “Kyle” tree — big downed Ponderosa Pine that blocked the trail, the middle now cleared, the remainder to each side — the last place I saw you riding.
Somewhere, there always seems to be something that brings a reminder of you.
June 15th, 2017 at 7:36 pm
Thinking about you today. So many beautiful memories. Miss you more than words can say.
Love, Mom
December 6th, 2017 at 4:03 am
7 years and we never stop thinking about you and your family. Your daughter has grown so much, and to be honest we have not seen her as much as we should. I will be flying into Colorado this week and skiing Loveland with friends. It never feels the same but is filled with great memories of chasing ya down the mountain trying to figure out how in the hell ya ski so effortlessly. Long gone are the days We all were neighbors and had potluck dinners and beers in the backyard talking about 100 plus ski days and first tracks on some stupid slope I can’t even remember. Good times, we miss you
December 6th, 2019 at 1:10 am
Well, as has grown accustom, happy st. Shellberg day to all. Every year Kyle is celebrated still by many friends and family. The Swedish flag will be hoisted and beer glasses held high! Cheers much love to all and we miss you Kyle
November 7th, 2020 at 5:33 am
Thinking of you Kyle. Tonight I sang Cats in the Cradle to my seven year old son as he was going to sleep, and your memory came flooding back. I told him about how you were a big Harry Chapin fan, and how you were just an all around great guy. Will always remember you as a genuinely nice person – I’m proud to have had you as a friend.