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Death Looks Peaceful, or Does it? Part 1

When I really started to know my aunty, and the torture she when through. To watch someone fight the fight, to say no to giving up time and time again.

Part 1!

After the incident with my dad and Jess (Rachel), things were calm for the most part. Things started to return to normal, well at least what I thought was normal anyways. I can’t recall the exact time and date, but it wasn’t too long after Jess left, Jackie’s family was hit with a blow that would last for a few years.

I mentioned before how the Whitcomb’s weren’t loving, and there was an emotional distance between all of them. It was around the year 1992 – 1993 that Jackie received a phone call from her sister Gayle. This phone call wasn’t like anything I have ever witnessed at this early stage of my life.

I remember Jackie picking up the phone and answering the call like any other phone call, then it took an abrupt turn for the worse. Jackie went into this panic mood that put her in autopilot, and I remember her telling me to grab a coat and to get out to the car. The ride was intense, with Jackie cutting in and out of traffic trying to get to Gayle’s house, about 45 minutes away.

I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I remember us showing up and finding Gayle laying on the floor in agonizing pain. Jackie rushed over to her to help her up, but Gayle couldn’t stand, she couldn’t even move her toes, feet, and legs were all limp. From what I remember of the story given to Jackie from Gayle, was that Gayle was putting laundry away, and when Gayle bent over and started to lift the cloth basket, she lost her balance and fell backward. Gayle hit the metal cross track with such force, she broke her back paralyzing her.  Jackie managed to get Gayle to the hospital, where they spent a couple days.

Later, that week Jackie received another phone call from Gayle, asking her to come over because she needed her too. I didn’t go that trip, but I remember her being gone for a while, maybe 5 or 6 hours. When Jackie arrived back home, she was pissed, swearing all kinds of words disgusted with Gordon.

Gordon of all people, who I really didn’t know anything about other than he owned the DnD’s that my cousin and my aunty worked. Well, Jackie proceeds to tell us what happened, Gordon broke her arm. That bastard broke her arm because she called Jackie and not him when she fell and broke her back.

This is the beginning of getting to know my aunty, Gayle.