Saturday, January 22, 2011

Two Years Gone, but sure not Forgotten



Two years ago this morning I was down Plomosa Road, not far from where we are now, when at about 5:00AM my cell phone started ringing. Scrambling around looking for the phone wondering what wrong number this was going to be had my heart rate raised. It was brother Brent calling to tell me that our little brother had died at the very young age of 50.

I was walking through one of the washes here in the desert this morning thinking Kelly had never been here but he would have loved scrambling around in the desert. And you know it was pretty obvious to me that in some way he was right there hiking through the sunshine with me.

So rest assured “Younger Mon” wherever you are we are thinking of you.

Here is the link to the entry I had soon after he left us and after re-reading it I am thinking I don’t have any better words now than I had then.



  1. I am sure Kelly would have loved the blog tribute you wrote for him.

  2. I remember the post like it was yesterday, and though I hadn't met you yet, my heart poured out for your loss.

    I'm certain that Kelly would have had to see what his big brother found so interesting down in the American Southwest, and is in many ways still with you today!

    Have a good week with the crowds in town!


  3. I remember that time also. We all shared in your grief and still do..I bet Kelly was with you today!

  4. I remember that as well. I quiet early morning walk in the desert would bring many memories.

  5. I'm so sorry for your loss, JB. He sounds like a wonderful person.

  6. sorry for your loss!..what a lovely tribute!!