From my childhood bedroom window, I can see the red farmhouse that served as the place for so many memories. Growing up across the street from the Kerr farm provided a place to play hide and seek in the corn fields, to sled through the fields, and sit on the porch and share a story. Kit was a permanent fixture in our childhood. We would tear down her driveway on bikes, sleds, and four wheelers. She always welcomed the visit of a pack of kids thumping across the planks of the porch. Duke would stand guard at the edge of the porch as we bounded past him to enjoy a visit. Kit never shooed us off or made you feel as if she didn't have time to hear what was new. I can remember making "real" apple sauce (not the kind from the grocery store with the label on it) in her kitchen. As the years have passed and we moved away, the sight of the red farm house was always a reassurance when driving up Kerr Road that you can in fact always go home. Our hearts break knowing that she won't be there but they also rejoice in knowing that heaven gained an angel that had walked among us for so many years. We love and will miss you. The Thomas Kids - Josh, BJ, and Brooke