Kjell Eriksen

Look beyond Aunt Karen and Michael in the photo - and you'll see Kjell (dad). He will always be there.

I fondly remember the loving note Kjell (your dad) wrote and tucked inside the bag along with a snack he made and sent over during one of our sleepovers at my apartment on Mill Street, saying, "Bring back my bowl. And my Michael." :-) XO Aunt Karen

I'm organizing my emails and I came across this one... " Hey I give you likes on facebook, I'm under Kjell Eriksen I do't think you brother is just so you know I'm keeping track of you. Love Dad" I miss you so much! All that time we didn't get to spend together. I understand regret so much more... I hope your still keeping track of me.

Thinking of you on your birthday, Kjell. My only comfort today is knowing you are surrounded in Heaven by the love of/with Mom and Scott, Babcia, Grandma Helen, Aunt Mary, Uncle George, Uncle Eddie, and Aunt Rose - who absolutely adored you so much. (You were Rose's little boy, for sure!) Miss you, Big Bro. XO L'il Sis

kisses from dad and "Sooo big!" 8/6/1957