“Debbie, the phone’s for you,” I called at 10:45 last Wednesday morning. Those were my last words to her. I could hear her excited voice, then she called back to me, “Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back by two o’clock.” Those were her last words to me.
Whom did she meet? Where? Why? Unanswered questions. She had recently made new friends via the music scene. She had hinted that she met a man who was interested in buying some of her songs. Is that the reason she is gone?
Is she dead? Is she alive? Will I ever know?
image from Rochelle’s blog