Let me tell you a little about my Kelly—He and I were very close, he worried over me a lot but it had always been just him and I since he was just a baby when his father and I divorced. He grew up just fine with the help of my parents and my brothers.
He was a big, tall blond kid with an infectious laugh, a smile that could light up a room and a love for animals and life in general. He wasn’t a saint nor perfect but he tried hard, he didn’t want to disappoint me. He was working and going to school in the evening to get his GED.
He and his girlfriend had a small apartment and he loved to play on his Playstation or watch horror movies…We were both big horror movie fans. As a matter of fact, on the night of Kelly’s death, we had spoken a few hours earlier and made plans for the next day to watch a new “scary show” he had gotten…..You know, I have that DVD from his apartment on my coffee table but I just can’t watch it, not yet. |