One of my favorite memories of John was the summer Doug had left on his mission. I was trying to go to dental hygiene school and my parents didn't want to help me in any way. I was distressed and ran over to the Kelly house looking for some comfort. I walked through the front door and saw the whole family (and by whole family I mean extended as well) stare up at me. I had water in my eyes and someone said, "What's wrong?" That was all it took for me to burst into tears and run to the closest arms, which happened to belong to John. He pulled me away, patted my back, and said, "Go see Carole." I knew he cared because he sent me to someone that he knew would help me feel better. Fortunately his hugs come more generously now! :-)
-Lyndie
