Kathy Kelly's Blog (1)

My beloved father was killed in a freak helicopter accident when I was 10 and a half. The "halfs" were so important at that age. Only 2 weeks before, he had flown his helicopter to my school where I was attending summer school. He landed on the play ground, came in and told the principal he was taking me for the day. My classmates were so jealous. All of the teachers called recess so the kids could see the helicopter. Off we went for the adventure of a lifetime! There I sat next to my daddy…