Blakely McCrory’s life was lost on the Guadalupe, along with so many others, in the early morning hours of July 4th. And, while we find some comfort in the knowledge that Blakely is happy, safe, and secure in the arms of Jesus, we are beyond shattered and will miss her with every breath we take for the rest of our lives.
Eight years on this earth is far too short a stay. Still, we know that Blakely was full of light and life and brightened the day of everyone fortunate enough to cross her path.
Our little corner of the world is a better and brighter place because Blakely was here. Although we must mourn her absence, we will choose to celebrate her life.

