Tomorrow my sister Kelly Jo would have been 49yrs old. She was murdered on May 24, 2011 by her ex-husband. Kelly had alot of what some would call "attitude". We refered to it as being blunt. She told it like it was and made no apologies for it. She would give you anything she had that you needed. I have Christmas ornaments for my children, a strawberry box and soon a vegetable box, various craft items that she just knew I could use, and a vast memory collection. She is in almost all of my memories in one way or another. I talked to her after each of my babies were born, when both of hers were born, weddings, funerals, graduations, family reunions, and birthdays. Her spirit will live on in those she left behind simply because she cared enough to give of herself. My scrapbooks are full of picture of her and my kids, grandkids, parents, and assorted relatives. I have her with dogs, cats, holiday photos, and pictures that were just for fun. As long as there are family members, there will be a "Kelly" story. Some are hilarious, some are sad, and some make us angry. There is not a doubt in my mind that she is in heaven right now preparing her granddaughter for life on earth. I can just hear her telling the little one how she needs to behave and that the "Griz" are the only team worth cheering for - and that red is the most wonderful color there is.