January thirteenth began as beautifully normal as a Thursday could be. I had an appointment to get my hair cut and was on the way to my stylist when I got a phone call that sent me reeling into the bottom of the pit. My sister, Sharon, called. Her words will be ones I shall never forget. She said, "You must make plans to come home immediately. The paramedics called and father is dead."
The phone to my ear all I could do was scream, "NO!" I had so many questions she couldn't answer. She was in shock herself. That devastating phone call still playing through her mind.. Truth began to sink in. I began to wail, "My Pappy, my Pappy." That beloved endearment all I could speak.