I’m re-blogging this post in memory of my sister, Mary Kaye, and my mother. My sister’s birthday was March 7, and my mother’s, March 21st. I imagine they are smiling at me. I hope they like the Angels I’ve been painting. Still, I miss them. My big sister, Linda, is with them, too. I miss you, too, Linda. Thank you for your support during those lonely years.
Dad told me a new and enlightening story today at IHOP about my Mom who passed away a few years ago:
Just one week after my 16 year old sister was killed by a drunk driver on her birthday, Dad’s minister told him they needed someone to take the church youth group on a scheduled camping trip because the regular youth group leader was pregnant and having some physical challenges. Dad wasn’t sure, but when he asked Mom, she said, “when do we leave?”
After a couple days the youth group kids were bored and ready to go back home because they’d already learned everything about camping. Mom convinced them to stay so they could teach their skills to other kids. Against advice that they were asking for trouble, Mom got Dad to drive the church bus to the infamous Hay Street in Fayetteville, NC and gathered kids from a…
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