When I was 9 years old,
My sister was 7
and my little brother was 2.
My Father DIED!
It crushed me!
I remember crying for three days.
I got so sick from all the crying.
At the time, me and my sister were in Montana.
I was staying with an aunt, and my sister was staying with
our grandmother, (mom's mom)
Mom had gotten very sick, and before they had diagnosed that it was her Thyroid,
she sent us kids off for the summer with relatives.
Me and my sister rode a train to Montana, and
I remember hugging ole Ralph the whole way there!
While there I had gotten THE phone call my father had died.
I wanted to go home right then and there
My aunt told me I would have to ride the train ALL BY MYSELF!
I was crushed!
I was Nine years old!
The experience of the trip up there I was dreading not to repeat.
So Daddy was buried with out me.
It was many years till I got over that.
My life was about to change again.......
Stay tuned for part three........