I remember the night I had to make that phone call. What I know is this, If Julie weren’t on the other end with the phone calls I’ve had to make, I don’t know what I’d do. We are sisters too and have had those moments, but she is such strength to me and she’ll never know how much. And Jana, when I was little, she was the woman I wanted to be. Her courage stands. Susan is always there for all of us–the great mediator and the one who drops everything to come to the rescue, whether it’s a deer that needs to go to the meat processor or a movie partner on a down day.
She is the second born of the seven Prescott siblings and the oldest of the five girls. That’s Jana, and she is my big sister and I love her. For the last almost 30 years we have been housemates.
Jana was hit by a train on February 14, 1983, when she was 25 years old, in Longmont, Colorado. I was living in Omaha then as now, and was woken up by an angry roommate who took the call that came to our apartment at about midnight that Valentine’s Day. It was my sister Sally calling to tell me the horrible news about Jana and Susan. My job was to go wake up my dad and tell him. That’s another story for another day.
Jana and Susan both survived what should have killed them both, and now, over…
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