About My Dad- the lost decades,never captured

Jeanne,Linda, don't forget it's your Mother's wedding anniversary this weeknd.' As my sister and I were descending the stairs, to quickly get to school,we looked over our shoulder and saw our Dad standing in their bedroom, his profile outlined with the light of the window behind him as he reminded us of their special day.



Later that night, we all gathered to mourn our loss, his death. His death was the late news and the breaking news. It was on the morning news- it was on all the Milwaukee stations. It was so sad. He died trying to get back to a wedding anniversary party he had planned at the home of our dear friends the Burns.Our friends didn't live far.
When I received an interruption on the phone line from an Oshkosh operator, who wanted to speak to our Mother, I told the lady Mom would call her back. The operator asked me where Mom could be reached and I gave her the number. ( Phone calls back then, were different, especially if your call was interrupted) My sister and I were scared. I told my sister I would run, in the fog, to our neighbor's house to see if everything was ok- like, if I could see Dad's car. Just as I rounded the bend to see their house in fullview, I heard my sister scream through the fog 'it's all right Jeannie, come home'. Minutes thereafter, Mother, followed by a long procession of cars down our driveway ( we were like, what is this???) came in and told us that Dad had died in a car crash. So, so sad.