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Epilogue


            on the appropriate medication. Finally, she was doing better.
            Better than she had done in years! When Keldon and I flew
            out for a summer visit, the changes were obvious and most
            welcome. Not all unicorns and roses but still, she seemed more
            at peace.
               A mere ten days after that visit, I received a call at 3 in the
            morning. Vian and her two youngest had been in a car accident.
            Both my sister and niece were airlifted to hospital. My 11-year-
            old niece survived. Vian, sadly, did not. She succumbed to brain
            injuries, and we were forced to take her off life support.
               I literally screamed at God over the injustice. Why did she
            have to go? Now, when her life was on the upswing? How was
            this fair? Now her kids didn’t have a mother, just like she and
            I didn’t have parents at such an early age. It was almost like
            history repeating itself.
               And then I finally gave up screaming and started wondering
            if she had finally found the peace she had searched for her
            entire life.
               Vian was my sister, my daughter, my companion, my
            soulmate, my friend, my confidante and my connection to the
            past – our past. I was gutted. But I ultimately found my own
            peace with the best comfort I knew - my Heavenly Father.
            He was the pillar of strength I needed. He was absolutely the
            only ONE who could possibly understand the great void Vian’s
            death left in my life. But he was also absolutely the only one
            who could possibly know what Vian needed. I must believe
            that. I choose to believe that.
               Vian’s legacy lives on today in her five beautiful, healthy
            grandchildren. These precious little ones are her gift to us all.


            Jimmy: Jimmy had a huge impact on my early life. For years,
            my feelings for him were mixed and confusing. I loved him


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