When I hang this ornament on the tree every year, it is bitter sweet. I made this snowman at my grandma's house the weekend a friend was killed in a car accident. I was a senior and had gone to Norwich for a girl's church retreat while the rest of my family went to Manhattan to a ballgame and to see my sister. I could have stayed at home by myself but decided instead to spend the time with my grandparents. When I got to their house, my grandma told me that Kathy had been killed in a car accident after dropping another friend off at her house on Friday night. We had only thirteen girls in our class, and she had a brother in our class, so it was a hard time for all of us. I think my grandma was trying to keep me busy Sunday afternoon and got out this kit to make Christmas ornaments. I am not usually very crafty, but it did pass the time that day. In retrospect, I am glad that I have it. Each year as I hang it, I am reminded of her short time here and how quickly life can change.