This story is a very special one to me, and I felt that it was so important to share. It is a very complex story filled with losses throughout Kelly’s life. In order for readers to really absorb every detail, I have decided to break up Kelly’s life story into sections, which will eventually lead up to her present life. Trust me, there IS a happy ending here, but it comes with much loss and heartache. I began sharing her story in Part 1, so if you missed that story, I recommend you go and read that one before starting this one. I hope that you will follow through the 7 days so that you can see how her story unfolds and where she is now. Here we go with Part 2 of 7…
Author: Kelly Lynn
I honestly can say that I don’t really remember too much of my early childhood. Probably from about 10 and younger is pretty much a blur, and it has always been that way. Most of my memories from that time period are based on what has been shared with me from my stepdad (who I will be referring to as my Dad through the rest) and then a few pieces from my brother. After my mom left my father, she met my Dad in 1983. They began dating and were later married in 1985. From what I am told and the few small memories that I have, things were good. It was finally the family life that it appeared to be inside and out.
I can faintly remember the night that my life would be forever changed – June 3rd, 1988. But what I can remember is sitting down on the couch after throwing a temper tantrum with tears streaming down my face. My mom was hugging me and saying “you can go next time,” and then she turned on our favorite movie, “The Wizard of Oz.” She walked out the door after saying “I love you,” and she would see me soon. She was going to a baby shower with a friend, and I couldn’t go. The next morning, I woke up and ran into my parents’ room, and neither of them were there. I went downstairs (we lived in a townhouse), and the house was full of people. My parents’ best friends and their kids were there, my brother, my Dad, but no sign of my Mom. I just remember the adults being sad, and my Dad’s eyes looked weird to me. My Dad came over to me and said that he loved me and had to leave for a while, but he would be back. He took my brother with him; I do remember that. I didn’t understand what was going on. I was being left at home, couldn’t find my Mom, my Dad and brother had just left, and I’m with our family friends. It felt like days had passed and I was without my family. In reality, it was less than 24 hours, and then the call came. My Dad had called and told the family friend the news. He was deciding to take my Mom off life support. In the early hours of June 5th, 1988, my Mom took her last breath and went to see our Heavenly Father. She was taken from our lives, from her family, friends, animals, and this wonderful world to be with Him in a better place. As I’m told, she was driving to the baby shower with her friend, when she was struck by a drunk driver. Her injuries were so severe that there was never going to be a life for her.
Losing a parent is one of the most devastating losses that anyone can endure. Regardless of age, it’s never something we wish upon a child. It rips my heart apart every time I hear someone curse their mother. We all know life is so short and we are NEVER promised tomorrow. There are times we get in disagreements with our family, but just always remember that at the end of the day, we are to love our parents. I am still very sensitive to this topic when I hear and/or read of complaints from friends about their mothers. Don’t take it for granted. Don’t take them for granted. Keep in mind (although I haven’t really mentioned it), that I wasn’t raised religious at all, and this happening really threw a wrench into any chance at faith/religion in my life. My Dad was so upset and bitter towards God for “taking” my Mom that he never fully recovered. Even to this day, he still struggles tremendously, and it’s been 33 years. He held a grudge against God and cursed him, made terrible choices and mistakes; and life with him was a complete roller coaster ride for the next 5 years. Even though he struggled with his relationship with God (if there was even one to begin with), I think this was God’s first real way of reaching out to me. I think He was protecting me by my mom leaving me at home, which was through God’s grace. I can’t begin to tell you how many places that we lived, how many women he dated, or what even happened in home life. It was a rough ride, and then we moved to Colorado when I was 9. Things escalated and came down crashing even more.
That was Loss #2, the death of my Mom. Still to this day, it’s one of the biggest struggles in my life.
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