Estelle Kelly Obituary

Was sorry to hear of the death of your mom. I have many good memories of running through your house only to get my face washed sometimes by your mom. I remember how she always made bread pudding. She was also such a good friend to my mom. I also remember getting clothes from her that had been given to you kids and were kind of passes around the neighborhood for whoever they fit. I'd love to hear from you, espically mary Margaret to hear where your lives have taken you and what you do now. I see your mom had a great great grandchild. Whose is that? My mom and dad wouldn't even have that. I have two married grand-children but no great grandchildren yet.

I know it will be hard without your mom around but she'll still be around you in so many ways and you will sense that many times.

Evelyn

Thank you, Penny and Carol for your kind notes..you were great neighbors...fond memories..

Sheila Kelly Young

My prayers are with you all at this time.I am so sorry we didn`t see the notice until Sunday.We would have surely been there with you.She was a wonderful person,neighbor and second mother in my growing up days I`ll always have a special place in my heart right next to my parents,because I always thought of her as mom. Love to all Carol Novak Gray

Dear Janie and Family,

I don't know if you will remember me at all, but I saw your Mothers notice in the paper this morning and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am for your loss. I have some very nice memories of your Mom when we were young. Our deepest sympathy to you and your whole family.



Sincerely,

Buz and Penny (Jensen) Morgan

Noreen, my heart is heavy with your loss. I'm sorry I can't be there to lend support, but my thoughts are with you and your family. Love, Dan.

Kelly Family and Friends:



My deepest sympathy and condolences for the loss of Estelle. I have fond memories of and the utmost respect for both Tim and Estelle... as parents, grandparents, and most of all, as genuine people of love and faith. Estelle will be greatly missed, even as we give thanks that her suffering is finally over. You are all in my prayers.



With love,

John Kilgore

A poem on dying by Henry Van Dyke...



I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.



She is an object of beauty and strength.



I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.



Then someone at my side says, "There. She's gone!"



Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all.



She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.



Her diminished size is in me, not in her.



And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!", there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:



"Here she comes!"



And that is dying.........



by Henry Van Dyke