Friday, September 22, 2017

Funeral/Party Details

Come and celebrate the life of Kelly King! 



There will be a service at Jericho Congregational Church starting at 2 PM (so as to leave time in the morning for Harvest Market clutter barn shopping). Mom wanted the funeral to be kid friendly, so it will be closed casket. Following the funeral we will walk and sing our way to the Jericho Center Cemetery.

A party will follow at our house (26 Saxon Ln, Jericho). The party will probably start around 4, but show up whenever. At around 6:00 PM we'll open the floor for you to tell your favorite story of Kelly, funny stories in particular. The party will end whenever everyone goes home. Please come for any or all parts of this. Of course Mom wanted to keep this a casual event.

Notes: Please bring a potluck item to share if you want to. Bring musical instruments if you’d like. Bring a lawn chair or picnic blanket to sit on. Please try to carpool to the party at our house, parking may be an issue.

Directions from Church to King's House: Drive away from cemetery back through Jericho Center and take your first left onto Plains Road (before the fire station and big downhill). Take Plains road 2.2 miles until the stop sign. Take a left onto Skunk Hollow Road for 0.8 miles. At the crest of the hill, just before the big row of pine trees take a right onto Saxon Lane. We are all the way at the end of the road.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Obituary



Kelly Brannagan King
October 25, 1960 -
September 17, 2017

Kelly Brannagan King, beloved long-time resident of Jericho, passed away on September 17th, 2017 after living with a brain tumor for about a year and a half.  She is survived by her husband of 32 years, Barry; her 4 children, Elizabeth, Sarah, Ben and Noah; her mother, Lucy Wilcox; 3 siblings, and countless family and community members.





Kelly was born in Burlington, VT in 1960 and grew up on Lafayette Drive in Jericho.

When Kelly was old enough for pre-school, her parents, along with Dee Dee Jamison and a number of other parents, started a co-operative nursery school.  It was called Saxon Hill School, and it is still going strong today.

As a teenager, Kelly was active in 4-H, and got a first taste of Jericho politics and community service when she and other youth joined in the effort to preserve the Old Mill.  At Mount Mansfield Union High School, she was involved in gymnastics, band and the musicals.  She met Barry King when she was in My Fair Lady and he was running lights for the show.  Their first date was the cast party, and the rest is history.  In July of 1985 Barry King and Kelly Brannagan were married in Jericho.

Kelly’s broad interests and enthusiasm for many topics led to a broad education at UVM, which included plans at various times for majors in engineering and sign language interpreting.  She eventually earned her teaching degree from UVM in 1988, and student taught with Delia Clark at Founders School in Essex.

Kelly and Barry's first child, Elizabeth was born that December, and Sarah was born about two years later.  When Ben was on the way in 1993, the family needed more room.  Kelly wanted her kids to grow up in her home town, so they moved from the wonderful Richmond community back to Jericho.  Ben and Noah were both born at their home on Saxon Lane.

As a mom of four,  her kids always came first, but she also made time to reach out.  She helped other new moms as a trained leader and counselor in La Leche League. She helped teach and organize the numerous homeschool co-ops that her kids were involved in.  When the kids transitioned from homeschooling to Mount Mansfield Union High School, she was a band parent and a chorus parent.  She served lasagna and ice cream on behalf of Academic Boosters, and cooked immense amounts of food for cross-country runners and Nordic skiers.  She continued to be a beloved "crockpot-mom" for Clarkson University Nordic race weekends, bringing food for Ben’s teammates, even after she was sick.

Kelly loved food and loved cooking (always in quantity, never lacking quality, and ideally along with other people).  She was known for soup and bread, tofu stuffing and reusable mugs (to not create unnecessary trash).

Kelly was raised in the Catholic Church, then Jericho United Methodist Church.  Her whole adult life, she was active in the Jericho Congregational Church.  When her kids were young, she taught Sunday school and helped in the nursery.  As her kids got older, she helped chaperone Youth Group and hosted high school bible study.  She served on the fellowship committee, helped with Chicken Pie supper, and was a long time member of the church choir.  When JCC's revered pastor, Peter Anderson, retired, Kelly was honored to serve on the church transition team and hiring committee that eventually brought David Coons here to pastor at Jericho.

Kelly loved choir, but also loved and encouraged music of all kinds, especially folk music.  She and Barry went to many contra dances, and carted kids to Suzuki violin lessons, flute lessons, voice lessons and Fiddleheads gigs.  She loved music parties and jam sessions where she was known for pulling out a pair of spoons or a mud bucket to add to the percussion section.  For many years, Kelly used her enthusiasm, energy and brainstorming skills to help organize and run the Champlain Valley Folk Festival.

When Noah went to high school, Kelly realized that she had worked her way out of her job as homeschool teacher.  "Miss Kelly" started putting her mommy skills to work as a part-time nanny for a few families in town.  She also stepped up to being market manager for the Jericho Farmers Market.  When she got too sick to coordinate all the logistics,  Elizabeth took over the job of manager and Kelly become honorary ‘hostess’.  Kelly loved running the farmers market because she got to promote community, sustainable food systems and farming.

Kelly not only loved promoting sustainability, but also loved practicing it on her own property.  She loved being outside gardening, setting up permaculture systems, finding wild edibles, and working on forestry and firewood.  Even when she could no longer get out into the woods on her own, she would direct work along the driveway clearing brush, collecting elderberry flowers and harvesting wild grape leaves.

Kelly was a force of positivity, selflessness, passion and good-will.  She always had a good idea (or twenty) and the optimism that any one of the ideas could be amazing.  She faded a bit as the brain tumor took over, which is almost a blessing.  To have full Kelly in this world and then have her suddenly gone would have been too much to bear.  

The funeral will be Saturday, September 23rd at 2 pm, at the Jericho Congregational Church in Jericho Center.  Interment will be immediately following at the Jericho Center Cemetery.  A potluck reception, celebration of her life, and time for sharing favorite Kelly stories will follow at her home. The party will begin around 4 pm at 26 Saxon Lane, Jericho, VT 05465.

In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to an organization which supports community and families.  We suggest La Leche League, NOFA VT, VPR, Water.org or VNA. We would love to have people bring wildflowers to the service if they have a chance to pick some that morning.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Party

It was a party all day yesterday and all day today.  Mom was sleeping peacefully, but the LNA said she could hear everything going on.  I sure hope so.  

Here are a few photos of the party that continued after mom passed away.  Yes, we were crying, but we were also laughing and hugging and eating.  Kelly always liked being among the chaos, and that's what she would have wanted.  After she passed away, the mourning intensified, but even then, you can't cry all evening.  There were moments of quiet, which were hard but necessary.  There were also moments of laughing about running out of kleenex (Kelly always was a big fan of toilet paper anyway), or laughing over stories of ,"the first time I met Kelly she was up in an apple tree...".  

The party continued after mom died, with her still laying there in the room.  It was nice to feel love and joy and happiness with her body there.  Those things are not forgetting her, but instead, a way to remember.    

There were hours and hours of time after she died to walk over to mom and give her a kiss.  Walk over and tell her I love her.  Walk over and tell her how sad I am that she will miss the rest of my life.  Walk over and tell her how her selflessness was so unassuming, so much a part of her, that I hardly realized it was there. 

It was hard to see the people from the funeral home come and take her body out of our house for the last time.  But it was only her body.  I am so thankful that she didn't have to leave the house and go anywhere else to die.  She died in our beautiful home full of people and love.





Mom and Dad

These two lovebirds met in high school and the rest is history.  Today we were recounting stories of mommy babysitting for daddy's little sister, their first date at the cast party of My Fair Lady, and the fact that when they first started dating, you only needed the last 4 digits of a number to call within Jericho.

I haven't known many relationships as intimately as I know theirs, but it was special.  There was so much selflessness between them, so much mutual admiration, so much gentleness and care and joy.

I really wanted to catch this picture of daddy looking at mommy.  He has always looked at her like that. All through my childhood he would look at her like this, and then kiss her in the kitchen (So embarrassing!  But even then I knew it was the best thing in the world).  Even when she was sickest and wasn't acting much like herself, in quiet moments, he would still look at her this way.  I actually got this pictures after she was gone.  Even without her there, you can tell he sees beauty and knows he is lucky to have had her.

They starting dating 40 years ago.  She is still his high school sweetheart, and the love on his face is so evident.

She's Gone

Grandma and Karen were about to leave.  And Chris and Reed were about to leave.  But I guess she wanted everyone here.  

Karen noticed she was "guppy breathing", only opening her mouth to take a breath.  I was on the other side of the room and dad called for Ben, and I knew that was it.  She took two more breaths, each about a minute apart, and she was done.

This was the first week she wasn't able to go to farmers market or church.  This was the first day she didn't eat anything.  

I can't stop crying, but I also can't stop smiling.  She led such a good life, and died surrounded by people who love her.  She was the best mommy ever.  She probably made mistakes, but I don't know what they might have been.

More to come soon....

Chocolate Fudge Frosting

Dads birthday was on Thursday.  It was farmers market day, and he had a meeting, so we had cake on Friday instead.  Elizabeth made chocolate fudge frosting, and poured a bit that wouldn't fit on the cake onto a plate . Later on Friday, I scraped off the extra fudge into a container.
As I scraped off the plate, I stopped putting the fudge in the container, and started putting it in my mouth.  Then,  I faced the question of when to stop scraping.  No matter how delicious it is, there comes a point where there just isn't enough left for it to be worth the effort to get off any more.

And I realized mom's life has come to that point.  No matter how good and delicious and beautiful this life is, there comes a point when it is no longer worth the effort to keep working harder and harder for less and less. All night, mom has been working hard at breathing.  But very soon it will be time to let go. And when she stops working so hard, it will be alright.

At some point, you run your spoon across one last time, get one more delicious (though at this point tiny) bite, and decide you've gotten all you can. But you got the pleasure of scraping and eating each delicious bite, and every bite was worth it. 


Saturday, September 16, 2017

Peaceful

Kelly is feeling much more peaceful now.  See has been sleeping all day.  She has a pain pump, and when the VNA nurse came this evening, she said that mom isn't in pain.  Her breathing sounds labored, but the nurse assured us that if her face looks peaceful, she feels fine.

The nurse also told us that she is now in the "active dying" phase.   Kelly has hours to days before she dies.

Because mom has such a short time, we will probably keep her at home.   There is nothing they can do at respite house that we can't do here, and because her pain is under control and she is sleeping all the time, her care will actually be a bit easier now.   So, at this point it seems like mom will get her wish to die at home.