Kelly's Family Album

Oh my, I really should burn this picture. I was 15, spoilt rotten and way too heavy on the makeup and designer acessories. I find it so hard to belive that I actually considered purchasing one of those monster ratlike dogs. The bloody thing bit me. Daniel got rid of it.

I finally got to meet some of Daniel's family in Hawaii, we went to a wonderful little place with noone for miles. From left to right, Tania and Luna, myself (seated) and Natily (Daniel's mother)

Tania had a biting wit. It took me a few days to get used to her wit, at first I thought she hated me, but in time we got to know each other and in the end, we were swapping insults constantly. I saw her walking in the moonlight with Daniel. She returned alone but on her return, she saw me looking out from my room and came up to see me. It was 4 in the morning and Tania convinced me to cut my hair short. She dragged me out on the beach and as her cackeling laughter floated through the air she snipped away. I thought she did a great job actually.

Luna was wonderfully alive, always laughing and joking, with a bright sparkle in her eyes. Tania would, as usual, make sarcastic remarks, but Luna just laughed at her sisters bitter wit, saying life was too short. Luna shared Daniel's love of cooking and was always putting spices, exotic flavors and things that I couldn't hope to identify in my food. Knowing luna was a sheer joy.

Natily was the quiet matriach of the family, always there with a quiet dignity and smile. Daniel and his mother wernt on the best of terms, but the relationship was always cordial. Natily did not really talk to me much but seemed to just watch me. In a motherly way I mean, I guess. I often caught her eyes on me, still she seemed happy and nice.

This is me with Daniel junior, the son of Luna's partner (who I did not meet). Danny junior had that intelligent sparkle in his eyes. I would swear he could understand us as we spoke. You could see Daniel's eyes follow people in conversations, it was wonderful.

The first of many yacht holidays. Why did I let Daniel push me round so much? Because I loved seeing him smile, thats why.

Daniel hired this huge yacht for my 16th birthday and took me for a cruise down the length of California and into Mexico. He was so proud of me for finishing even the Advanced School Program early. Daniel told me that I was tall, smart and beautiful and he was short, ugly and rich. I don't know about ugly, but he was short and rich for sure.

This was taken from my first year at UCLA when I had just turned 17. Starting university early was difficult, especally with the extra course loading, but I worked harder than I ever had before. That just ment that I had to holiday harder. I missed Chicago and even in freshman year I desperatly wanted to go back.

Daniel came out to visit and took me on a holiday during the summer break to a private island off the California coast. We stayed on a yacht and sailed round the island.

Daniel loves yachts.

Sorry, I mean loved.

For second semester and my 18th birthday, Daniel took me on a whirlwind trip round Europe.

I was almost 18 and beautiful and I knew it. I was horrible to this boy who flew over with us in first class. I had a wonderful time.

Actually I am glad that this one in my collection, I think this was the first time that I actually beat Daniel at poker. He paid for all those years he fleeced me of my pocket money.

I love this photo. Daniel was trying to educate me (at 18 years) on the wonders of modern art. I think my body language says it all.

We visited Luna and Jezabel, Luna's daughter, while we were in Europe for holiday. She was a wonderful girl and everyone who met her just loved her. She had this wonderful magnetism that just made you want to pick her up and look after her.

When I finished at UCLA, Daniel took me off for a month at a nice little house in the Vineyard. Some of Daniel's relations dropped in for a couple of days. They were lovely as usual (I guess it must be in Daniels genetics).

The last week I had the most terrorfying time of my life. One night, Daniel was out bonding with a business partner and I was home with Jezabel and Samantha when we thought we heard a noise outside. I took Jezzie and Sam and we went upstairs. We heard someone break into the house and move around downstairs. I held Jezzie and Sam while they cried and I tried to muffle their sobs.

Daniel's car rolled up a couple of minutes later and I heard fighting downstairs. Daniel came up, scratched and bruised a little later and said that they had run away. It was one of the most frighting minutes in my life. When I returned took up weapons training. I never want to go through that again.

Just as well I was smart and came back from LA after finishing University early. Daniel was in his foolish 'attic' phase or was it bohemian coffee house phase? I think it must have been approaching his 35th birthday that made him want to slum it. He had this earthy wooden setup that made him look, I don't know, like he was trying to look young.

This was Danien trying out his latest 'experiment' on me. He was still a wonderful cook, even after not having to have my dinner on the table all those years. This was his "chunky beef soup with special I'm not telling because you may sue chemicals", I think.

Daniel loved coffee and owned this little coffee shop down in the theater district. It was called 'The Coffee Addiction' and it had this wonderful waitress who would make me "double wammy" chocolate shakes.

I always got the double chocolate shake, and I think even Daniel had one too in this picture, although as usual he doesn't seemed to have touched it. I think this one was after an all night Kenneth Branaugh Shakespear festival that Daniel took me to. Either that or I had yet to nag him back into getting rid of that scratchy 5oclock shadow look.