Single parenting brings lessons learned
April 1st, 2010
Being 6 years old, our patience was only as long as our nose, so by 7:30 a.m. when mom hadn’t come in to wake up my twin and me, we got up to go surprise her.
We found out our whole world had been turned upside down just like our toy box in the playroom.
Late in the middle of the night while we were dreaming about puppies, ice cream and mysterious playgrounds, my truck driver dad had wrecked his rig in Lincoln, Neb. He slipped away to Heaven without even stirring us in our sleep, leaving just our mom to raise us. A cross marks the wreck site that I haven’t yet and probably will never visit.


The 200-mile drive home was cold and silent. The temperature peaked at 30 degrees that particular day. The vapor emitting from each breath I took agreed with the thermostat.
Ashley Austin Page editor