Oct 15, 2007

It was about this time (2 am) I woke up, not that I was really sleeping. Danielle had pushed our dinner to very late Sun night. We shut the Olive Garden down. 

I awoke at this time every Monday morning that fall. I left home around 3 am, Tallahassee bound. I worked out of CPIC offices in Tallahassee from 6-12:30 before heading off to FSU. 

About 10:30, I received a call from a woman. "She's dead, Joey," she said in almost a half sob. "Danielle is dead." It was my sistet's mother-in-law. 

"What?" was all I could say in response. "I'm in Tallahassee, so it'll take me 3 hours to get back."

I called my professors, explaining the situation. In graduate school, you did not just 'skip' the once weekly class. 

I drove back. As I was pulling into the Jax area, I recd another call. "No need to come here," Danielle's husband on the other end. They've taken her away. 

6 years. 

No mother for Makynzi. 

No daughter for my Mother and Father. 

No sister for me, Mary, Patricia and Rebecca. 

It is still a sad day.