Kelly was my cousin. My sister. My best friend. We were the same age. She was born in February 1975, me August. We shared everything- from our crib, toys, to teachers, friends, and then drugs and dealers. I recovered, Kelly struggled. And struggled. And fought and fought. And ultimately, lost her fight. She now is free. Free from the fight and from the pain. She’s in that forever place. I love you Kelly and I’ll miss you until the day we meet again. ❤️