Troester, Kurt

I would like to express my gratitude to the Bay Area Reporter for putting our loss where we can visit and remember. I remember seeing Kurt on the bus and carried his shopping bags home for him. I stayed and chatted with him for a while then helped him to bed, cleaned his kitchen and washed his dishes before I left. Kurt, I remember our conversation but never got the chance to tell you that I wished things could have been different too. You were someone I would have dated in a heartbeat. I have never forgotten you and have often kept you close to my heart. It has taken me years to locate this very Obituary and I am, and will continue to be, grateful for what I have found here. I know I will see you again someday. Until Then Robert

I am so grateful that the BAR placed these obituaries on the Internet. I used to keep all the copies of my lovers and friend who had passed until one day I threw them away to let go. Well I can't let go. Kurt was one of those lovers who I'll always remember. I can recall once, he carried me off his sofa to and put me to bed. I remember how big, strong and gentle he was and I felt safe in his arms. He told me how lucky I was before he kissed me good-night; and I told him how lucky I was. Good night again, my sweet giant. -Pete

Today, August 4th, 2015 would have been Kurts' 60th birthday. Still remembered, still missed.

Thinking of you.

Remembering the anniversary of your passing.

I worked with Kurt at City Athletic Club in the late 70s. Kurt was a kind hearted gentle soul. I always enjoyed his company. I've thought about him often over the years. He was one of the good ones. Rest in peace, Kurt.

A day does not go by without my thoughts of you. I think of you playing Barbies with me and who will survive the boat. You also used to take me in the deep end of the pool and tease me. I’ll never forget being held flat against the ceiling which you did with one hand. A sister could not ask for a more giving, fun and loving brother. I miss you, Kurt. You taught me to be myself.

A day does not go by without my thoughts of you. I think of you playing Barbies with me and who will survive the boat. You also used to take me in the deep end of the pool and tease me. I’ll never forget being held flat against the ceiling which you did with one hand. A sister could not ask for a more giving, fun and loving brother. I miss you, Kurt. You taught me to be myself.