all started when we were young.
My mother stayed home and ran a day care so she could keep an
eye on us, while my father was working numerous hours being a
firefighter. My parents
always gave me (Kelley), my older brother, Jay, and my younger
brother, Chris the very best of things.
They both worked hard to make sure that we had a roof to live
under, plenty of food in the house, and all of the things that we
needed. We never had to ask for anything, and now that I look back on
it, I wish we could go back in time.
I miss those days when we were all happy, living together,
something went wrong. I
sit here everyday, and still try to figure out what it was that made
my family split apart. I
was not living at home because of my rebellion; I always thought
that I was right, could do no wrong, and nothing in the world could
hurt me. Jay was old
enough to not live at home, and was living with his girlfriend.
Chris received my rebellion, but would soon take it to the
extreme. I was smoking,
drinking, living from place to place, no job, people took care of
me, doing drugs, basically living a party life like most kids. Chris is about four years younger than me, so he was still
living at home. His
rebellion started by hanging around the wrong group of kids.
They would drink, steal, do drugs, vandalize other peopleís
things, not obey their parents, listen to the wrong kind of music,
watch the wrong kind of things on television, etc.
He started getting into trouble at the age of fourteen.
parents did everything in their power to lead him in the right path,
but the harder they tried, the more he pulled away, and the more bad
things he did. He
started getting caught, and ended up going to jail.
Every time that he get caught he would go to jail, and this
was happening frequently. He
said every time that he got out he would start on the right track,
but always ended up on the wrong one.
Back to jail he would go.
One time he got out of jail, stole from our parents, got
caught, then ended right back in.
Early of 1999 he was in jail, and called our mom to bail him
out. She refused,
knowing that when he got out he was going to end up right back in
there. Then came the
nonstop phone calls from jail. She started not to accept them, because her phone bills were
starting to get expensive, and she didnít want to hear what he had
to say. He then started
writing threatening letters. I
donít know what was written in them, but just know that they
scared my mom. No
matter what happened with my brother when he was in jail, she always
made sure that he was taken care of when he got out. If it was a holiday and he would be locked up, she would make
sure that he received presents so that he didnít feel left out.
She never liked the fact that she would do for one and not
the other. One time
when Chris got out of jail, he went and got the things that she
bought him and sold them on the street for money.
I was living out of the house, and on my own, my mom and I didnít
have a good relationship; that was my choice.
My mother always wanted the best for me, and knowing that,
and what I was doing, I decided to keep to myself.
The only time that I talked to her was when I really needed
something, and she hated that.
To my fate, I met a great guy, and got pregnant, and started
a great relationship with my mother.
She hated the fact that I got pregnant, but after a couple of
days of complaining to my father, she started her shopping spree,
which until her death she was doing.
She always made sure that my son was taken care of because my
boyfriend and I didnít have a lot of money.
I didnít want her to, even though I knew it was the best
thing. My mom and I
started to visit each other, she helped me to learn what was best
for my son, and taught me how to take care of him.
I depended on her, she became my best friend, and I needed
her. That came to a
25, 2000 - Chris got out of jail once again.
My mother told me that she had seen Chris, and that he
stopped over her house that same week, but didnít tell me what
day. My mother and
father had an agreement that Chris was not allowed in the house, but
she let him in anyway. She
told me that she had been receiving hang up phone calls that week on
Wednesday, and Thursday. I
thought nothing of it, because why would my brother call and hang
up? Friday came and he
had stopped over again, but nothing was to become of it.
Saturday came and he stopped over again, and my mother was
worried, because it had been cold out that night, and he was
freezing but wasnít wearing a jacket.
My mother had to go to her grandsonís birthday, so she made
sure that Chris left, then went to the party.
She stayed there until approximately 4 pm, then went home.
She talked to my aunt for a couple of hours, then the last
time that anyone heard from her was at 10:30 pm, when she called Jay
and his family to remind them that they had to turn their clocks
back that night. Monday
afternoon (October 30, 2000), I had received a phone call from my
father, ďKelley, momís been murdered.Ē
Those were the three words that I thought that I would never
have to hear. We lived in the suburbs Ė this kind of thing doesnít
happen to people who live in the suburbs, just people who live in
the city. Guess that I
was wrong. Now I have to
remember that the last time that I saw my mom is when I went
to her house for my fatherís retirement party from the fire
department, and a party that she threw for my sonís birthday.
am unable to discuss anything that pertains to the case, because the
case has not gone to trial yet.
I can say that Chris is being charged on 2 counts of first
degree murder. The first being murder with prior calculation,
and the second being with combination of aggravated robbery.
We will be going to trial soon, and I hope that my brother gets the
death penalty. I hope that no one would have to go through
what I have and still am going through! I wouldnít wish
something like this on my worst enemy!
have these pictures for all who view this page to let you know that
we came from a good home, my mother loved everyone no matter what,
and to show you what a good person has been taken from this earth.
I want to let all who read my story know that this could
happen to you. I knew
something was wrong with my brother, but I never in my last thought
would think that he would do this until it was done.
The one person who loved him the most in the world he took
out of this world in the worst way.
whom Sandy K. Power leaves behind:
Son - Jay Jr., Dawn, and children Kory and Kyle
Kelley, Rodney W., and Rayvon
Sister Ė Pat, nephew Todd
Sister Barb, niece Teri
Brother Ė Steve, nephew Robert, and niece Sheri
Many friends and extended family members
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Artwork showcased is from the collection of Sandi