Eleanor Carol "Kit" Brown

Kit, I miss you and our friendship. Love you, Kit.

Hi Momma,

Your granddaughter was born about a week short of your birthday last year. She is named after you, KB Jr. I have been thinking about Dad a lot and remembering when you two would embrace when you’d get home from work. You’d have cheese and crackers and he would kiss you. You guys were so in love. I know you guys are loving being together. I know you’re both looking out for Kaya too. I miss you and Dad everyday, all day on every day of my life. I hate how much time has passed since I last heard both of your voices or smelled your jackets or had a hug. I wish that you could hold Kaya and that we could all be together - it’s harder than ever to be apart from you and Dad now that she’s here. She’s an absolute LIGHT from the cosmos, you’d both adore her. She’s my reason why. Anyway, it was really nice to read these messages and remember how essential you were to everyone, not just me.

Say hi to Dad. Love you so much Momma,

Har

I am never quite sure who I should be writing this to so...
To Kit: Thank you for letting me into your life again in the last couple of years. I will always remember your wonderful stories though God only knows they never ended where they started. Your memory of "all the little things" was unbelievable and taught me things that I had never known.
To Harry: You saw the best in your Mom and are the best of her! I hope that these last couple of weeks are just the beginning for us. You are a remarkable young man and your mother never stopped telling us that.
To Sally, Hope, and Alex: Kit's life ended just as she lived it...on her own terms. We should all be so lucky. Carney is convinced that I have blocked out my childhood but it's not true, I was just too busy maneuvering with Sally and Gee as to who was going to be odd man out that day! I have amazing memories of us all....Alex rolling in dog poop playing touch the tree; Hope changing directions while running around the Little House and being cold conked to the ground; and Sally and I shoving lit cigarette butts in our handlebars when your Mom came up the driveway early. And did either of us ever spend an entire night sleeping out on the field?
It seems, like everyone else, I shall never forget Kit's laugh. To this day, the thought of it and her makes me smile.
Love to you all.

Been thinking so much about Kitso Fatso, the Palmers and Winsors and Skating Pond Road. So many wonderful, funny memories. Touch football, kick the can, whiffle ball, capture the flag, croquet, the field, the pond, Bup, Wednesday gum and Sunday coke, dog fights. I could go on forever! I will miss Kit's warm nature, incredible personality and, of course, that giggle. I have nothing but wonderful memories and a truly outstanding person. Harry, Hope, Alex, Wendy and Sally - All my love.

Be at peace, Kit. I will remember childhood days at Skating Pond Road and the fun times we shared in Boulder. I can still hear your infectious laugh.
Annie Fuller Ahern

There was only one and will never be again a Kit Palmer Brown. I loved her so and will miss her.
Warm cement and hot showers Kitso

All my love,
Carney