Two Faced

Death from the Past

I will never forget the day Father came home to tell us our Mother had died in a car accident. She died on Christmas Eve in a local hospital. Nathan, Jack and I were home alone at the time of the accident. Father was driving home from the Parker County Courthouse where he worked as a lawyer. Before coming home, Father decided to get some eggnog for the festive holiday, from Sam's market on Applemendle Street. The same street where a black ford Cadillac was reported to have skidded into a nearby street lamp. 

Nathan, my older brother, was about to turn fifteen, the day after Christmas. Instead, we got to spend the day at our mother's funeral. Jack and I were thirteen when our mother passed away. My Mother's death was hard on my Father. The entire kitchen counter space was littered with empty booze bottles. Father really only came out of his room to either grab another bottle of booze or to prepare meals for us.