Preface Of book..........
Here it is September 17, 1940, and I am still here.
“Oh my, all of you help me blow out all these candles before the
firemen arrive,” I yelled at all my grand kids. “I still don’t believe I am 87 years old.” This was
true, God had blessed me even now with good health; I could still do all my chores, live alone and most important, still be
independent.
Yet here it was my birthday again. The kids were busy, but all the grandkids
and great grandkids were here for lunch including cake and ice cream. Everyone was laughing and joking. But, as always, good
things end, and when the last one had left the house once again was deadly quiet. I quickly cleaned up. As I was putting away
things, I noticed I was about out of milk. I decided to walk to the corner market and get some more. Besides, right now, I
wanted out of this quiet house and walking always helped me to relieve some of the loneliness. I had sold the car a few years
ago. After all, it was only a few blocks to the market.
I got my coat and basket from the closet and put on my gloves. As I stepped
out on the porch, a cold breeze hit me. “It’s my birthday chill, it always happens,” I said to myself, and
as with each passing year, it always made me smile.
Walking along, I am unaware of being cold. I speak
to a few neighbors along the way. I stand and wait for the light to change at the corner. Looking, both ways, I step out in
the street. I hear a scream behind me and turn, a car careens around the corner straight at me, and the world goes dark….
