My first cousin Ryan's beloved infant son Connor Kelly, 6-months old, died in his sleep on August, 17th, completely unexpectedly. My prayers are with Ryan, his wife Angela, her mother Estrella, my aunt Jean, my uncle JC, and my cousin Trent.
Connor Brinson Kelly, little as he was, had enough time to charm his way into the minds and laps of his whole family. Let me characterize him a bit: He was named after great-grandfather Brinson Parker, and it seems that in his short six months he was already beginning to act like him. His father branded him: the whipper, saying, "he had a mind of his own." He loved his milk, but didn't want a pacy, because, as we all know, you can't get milk from a pacifer. He was especially tight with his mother and both of his grandmothers. In fact his mother's mother, Estrella, was known to take off her shoes and put towels under her feet, then pick up the baby and walk back and forth until he was asleep. She may have been the only person in the world who can clean house and soothe the baby at the same time.
Connor was a feisty and happy little guy, who brought a smile to the lips of everybody in the room, including his big brother Carson, age 19 months. His absence will not be forgotten. His time here was a special one, with no shortage of love. He'll always hold a special place in all our hearts. Be strong Ryan and Angela. I'm thinking of you. God bless.
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