June 11, 1991

It’s been 19 years. It was a Tuesday morning when I found out. I remember I was sleeping in my parents bed with my Dad. I can’t remember if my brother was there or not. I remember the phone ringing in the middle of the night. I think my Aunt Josephine called. My Dad was quick on the phone. I popped up ready for the news…the good news of course. She Died. That was it. Life was never the same.