Kris Connelly who was born in Boston, Mass on August 30, 1983
passed away on November 09, 2004 at the age of 21. 
He was driving home from visiting a few friends and someone pushed him off the road.
 They killed our Kris on purpose this so called "accident" was a deliberate MURDER!
 Please if anyone knows any info about that night pls contact us as Kris nor his family will every Rest In Peace until the truth is out.
. As they say the Truth Lies Within and someone out there knows the truth. Plz know our hurt and plz help us get justice in Kris' murder
.We will remember him forever. 
He is an Angel who will forever watch over all who knew him and loved him as we do.  
                    
    We're gathered here today
To remember our children whohave died.
We look at these bricks
Laid carefully side by side.
For us, this is not just a walkway
Each brick represents our loss
Our pain, our devastation
The unbelievable cost
But each brick represents
our love, our joy
our feelings of great pride
For each girl and boy
Our children still live on in our hearts
We will love them forever
The memories will never part
So to those who see the bricks and may ask why
We're saying please tread softly
On this gentle reminder of days gone by 


I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.