Our Story from Start to Beyond the Grave: (#83) February 12th 2006

Today was Sunday, February 12th, 2006. It was pretty much like the last few months of Sundays. I had a garage sale and was continuing to pack to make the move to San Angelo, Texas. It had been a long day and I was now in my bedroom getting ready for bed. It was about 10:30 p.m. when I received a phone call for a Texas number that I was not familiar with. I really didn’t think of much of it as Jace*—- at times had called me from different numbers every once in a while. I was excited to be able to hear his voice one more time before I went to bed. It was like music to my soul. Instead, I heard a female voice. Not one I had heard before. It started out like this:

Jene: Hello is this Cindy.

Cindy: Yes

Jene: This is Jene, Jace’s sister.

Cindy: Oh hello. It’s nice to meet you. Is everything ok?

Jene: Cindy, I called because our Jace took his life tonight.

Cindy: What? What? No that can’t be. I don’t understand. That can’t be right. I …….

Jene: Yes, Cindy it is true. I’m sorry to have to tell you about it.

Cindy: When, how, I don’t understand? What happened. This can’t be happening.

Jene: It happened around 7:30 pm Texas time. I just got off the phone with our Mom. We were talking about what had happened and we both thought, we got to let Cindy know. So, I told her that I would be the one to break the news.

Cindy: Silence, crying

Jene: It happened at Lake Nesworthy Park. He put the gun in his mouth and well you know what happened then. I’m sorry Cindy.

Cindy: Why would he do such a thing? I just can’t believe this.

Jene: Did you know that he had attempted to take his life several years back?

Cindy: Yes, but …….

Jene: Ever since then I knew this was probably be the way he would die.

Cindy: But we had plans? I was going to move there. We were going to get married. Did he tell you that?

Jene: Yes, Cindy. He spoke very fondly of you. I’m sorry I don’t know much about it or why. Just that it happened. The San Angelo police notified us.

I couldn’t get off the phone to soon. I just could not wrap my head around what I just heard. I asked Jene to call me if she had found anything else out about what had happened.

My mind would not accept that Jace*—- had passed. I was up all night. I couldn’t sleep a wink. I was trying to connect with his energy, but when you are so upset it is very difficult to get connected. The time he had fell out of the truck while it was moving, I had felt a temporary disconnect, but this time I felt nothing. That was upsetting and frightening to me.

That night my life forever changed. I would never be the same. Not only did my heart break, but a part of my soul went with him. It was the hardest thing I ever experienced.

Next What I found out

I am going to take about a month break in blogging in Our Story. This has been difficult to write, but I know that there is many reasons that it had to be written.

The Dance

Looking back

On the memory of

The dance we shared

‘Neath the stars above

For a moment

All the world was right

How could I have known

That you’d ever say goodbye

And now

I’m glad I didn’t know

The way it all would end

The way it all would go

Our lives

Are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d have had to miss

The dance

Holding you

I held everything

For a moment

Wasn’t I a king

But if I’d only known

How the king would fall

Hey who’s to say

You know I might have changed it all

And now

I’m glad I didn’t know

The way it all would end

The way it all would go

Our lives

Are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d have had to miss

The dance

Yes my life

It’s better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d have had to miss

The dance

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