Tomorrow is That dreaded Day, December 30th.

Tomorrow is that dreaded day I dread all year long. You say why? It is right after Christmas and before New Years Day. Nothing too bad about that. But it is for me.

This is the day in 1978 when my sister died of colon cancer. I think she was just hanging on trying to make it until Christmas. The day after Christmas she went into the hospital and went into a coma shortly after. She died a few days later on the 30th. She was one of the nicest sweetest people I have ever seen.

Five years to the  day my daughter Julie died. She was nine years old. We had a house fire in Sweetwater and all of us got out except her. She was upstairs and there was just no way to get down. The firemen tried to save her. There was just nothing anyone could do. To lose a house with all your possessions is bad but to lose a daughter too is just such a tragedy.

It has been 36 years since my sister left this world and 31 since my daughter left. That is a very long time but still every time I think about it tears get in my eyes. I have talked about it. I have went to therapy over it. I think it has helped but to lose a child is something you will never get over.

I feel like I have went thru the very worst thing that can ever happen to a person. To lose a child is the very worst. Your life is never the same again. With time it gets better but you can never get over it.

I bought a elf on a shelf this year and gave it to Jana's kids. I named her Julie Lynn after both my girls that have died. Paula Lynn  was only 3 days old. Julie Christine was 9 years old. One of these days I know we will meet again. I am not ready to leave here yet because I still got to write that book. But when my time comes I know I will have some people to meet me at those pearly gates. My girls, my Mom and dad, two sets of grandparents, three nephews and my sister. That will be quite a reunion.

But first of all I still got to get thru tomorrow. Bad, bad day.