To Mrs. Kelly, Kevin, David and Jeff Kelly, please know you have my most sincere condolences. Since I have no talent for this kind of thing, I'll describe a memory of Mr. Kelly that always made me feel good to revisit. It was Thanksgiving at the Kelly home and anyone in the room at the time could see Mr. Kelly's bespectacled face light up as a troupe of grand-kids poured into the room all wanting to play with their grandpa. Obliging their wishes he got down on the floor to become entangled in a net of child arms, hands and feet all the while pretending to be burdened by their climbing little limbs pouring all over him. The little ones left squealing in a state of delight, red-faced and giggling after some time of this tumbling play. Mr. Kelly stood up to his full height, squared his sweater and glasses back into their proper places and went about seeing to his guests again. A brief expression of the love for family anyone could see. I am very sorry for your loss and I hope this note will show you how far the light of Ken Kelly reached to have brightened even my experience.