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In Memory of

Kyle Atchison

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Kyle Jordan Atchison, age 29, of Everett WA went to be with

the Lord on Oct, 24 2012. Kyle was receiving medical treatment for his

nerve damage, CRPS, at UCLA at the time of his passing.



Kyle was born on June 9, 1983 in Dhahran Saudi Arabia to Carolyn and

Ralph Atchison of Alabama. Kyle grew up with his sister, Erin Suzanne

Atchison Lufkin. Kyle was active in his boy scout troupe, earning his

Eagle Scout in 1999....


Kyle Jordan Atchison, age 29, of Everett WA went to be with

the Lord on Oct, 24 2012. Kyle was receiving medical treatment for his

nerve damage, CRPS, at UCLA at the time of his passing.



Kyle was born on June 9, 1983 in Dhahran Saudi Arabia to Carolyn and

Ralph Atchison of Alabama. Kyle grew up with his sister, Erin Suzanne

Atchison Lufkin. Kyle was active in his boy scout troupe, earning his

Eagle Scout in 1999. Kyle graduated from Blue Ridge School in Virginia

in 2002 where he then went on to graduate from LeTourneau University

in Longview, TX with a Bachelor's degree in Aeronautical Science

Professional Flight and a minor in Marketing in 2008. While attending

LeTourneau University, Kyle met his wife, Lisa Jones Atchison, of

Everett, WA and they married on July 15, 2006.



Kyle had a love for anything aviation, his true passion was Boeing

jumbo jets. If ever there was a question of the specifics of an

airplane, it was more than likely that Kyle knew the answer. While in

college, Kyle achieved his private through his multi-engine pilot

ratings, he was also a member of the NIFA precision flight team. After

college, Kyle and his wife, Lisa moved to Kerrville, TX where Kyle

worked with Aviation Insurance. In 2010, Kyle and Lisa welcomed their

daughter. Later on in 2010 the Atchison family moved up to Everett to

be closer to family. While in Everett, Kyle was an integral part of

his church, Edmonds Church of God. Kyle served on the Board of

Trustees as well as on the sound board for the worship team. In 2012,

their second child, a son, was welcomed into the world.



In 2006, a hospital IV in Kyle's left hand contracted an infected and

caused nerve damage, RSD/CRPS. Kyle battled immense pain for six

years, relying on an internal spinal cord stimulator and medication to

stay on top of the pain. The only lingering symptom was a sensitivity

to the cold, otherwise Kyle was able to regain strength and mobility

of his left hand. To help keep his left hand warm, Kyle's wife created

a one sided, long sleeve shirt as well utilized different gloves. Some

people came to know Kyle as "Mr. Glove". In May of 2012, the original

spinal cord stimulator ceased to work as efficiently as before leaving

Kyle to deal with incredible levels of pain. The search for relief

lead the family to UCLA in Los Angeles, CA to seek treatment for

Kyle's CRPS. Kyle was starting to see some progress against the pain

when he went to sleep one night and never woke up. In the early hours

of Oct 24, 2012 Kyle's mom and wife did their best to wake him up at

their hotel. When they were unsuccessful, the paramedics were called

in and Kyle was taken to the hospital where they did all they could do

to revive him.





Kyle is survived by his wife, Lisa Atchison (Everett, WA), his

children Noelle and Ryan (Everett, WA), his parents Ralph and Carolyn

Atchison (Dhahran Saudi Arabia), his grandmother Norma Atchison

(Dayton, OH), his grandmother and grandaddy Maude Ellen "Boppa" and

J.Winfred Brown (Selma, AL), his sister and brother in law Erin

Suzanne and Drew Lufkin (Columbus, GA), his mother and father in law

Peggy and Norman Jones (Everett, WA), his sister in law and brother in

law Heidi and Jason Hiller (Fort Campbell, KY), his nephew Jacob

Hiller (Fort Campbell, KY), cousins of the Jordan-Whitehurst family,

and many friends that are spread all over the world.



Kyle was predeceased by his grandaddy Harry Atchison (Pension, AL),



A memorial service for Kyle Atchison will be held on Sat Nov 10, 2012

at 2:00pm at Edmonds Church of God in Edmonds, WA with a reception to

follow. In lieu of flowers, we are setting up a memorial fund at the

church for Kyle as well as a college fund of the kids. To donate to

the church, make checks out to Edmonds Church of God with Kyle

memorial on the memo line. To donate to the kids college fund, make

checks out to, Lisa Atchison, with college fund on the memo line. All

checks can be sent to

Edmonds Church of God

8224 220th St SW

Edmonds, WA 98026



The family is grateful for all the prayers and support during this

tough time. Kyle is now pain free and flying high in heaven. While we

will miss him here on earth, we look forward to the day we will be

reunited again.





Flyer's Prayer



When this life I'm in is done,

And at the gates I stand,

My hope is that I answer all

His questions on command.



I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,

Or all the things I knew, Instead,

He'll ask of rainbows sent

On rainy days I flew.



The hours logged, the status reached,

The ratings will not matter.

He'll ask me if I saw the rays

And how He made them scatter.



Or what about the droplets clear,

I spread across your screen?

And did you see the twinkling eyes.

If student pilots keen?



The way your heart jumped in your chest,

That special solo day-

Did you take time to thank the one

Who fell along the way?



Remember how the runway lights

Looked one night long ago

When you were lost and found your way,

And how-you still dont know?



How fast, how far, how much, how high?

He'll ask me not these things

But did I take the time to watch

The Moonbeams wash my wings?



And did you see the patchwork fields

And moutains I did mould;

The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,

Of these did I behold?



The wind he flung along my wings,

On final almost stalled.

And did I know I it was His name,

That I so fearfully called?



And when the goals are reached at last,

When all the flyings done,

I'll answer Him with no regret-

Indeed, I had some fun.



So when these things are asked of me,

And I can reach no higher,

My prayer this day - His hand extends

To welcome home a Flyer.



— Patrick J. Phillips