In fact, I will NEVER forget the day. It was Friday the 25th of Feb 1983, at around 4:30 in the afternoon, when she was struck by a car. The @#$%& who was working on an addition to our house could not crank his truck without revving it like a damned teenager. Well, that day, it scared Maxine into the street. I was REALLY in the gutter that weekend. It was BAD! It took me a solid 2 months before I felt somewhat normal. Bella and Colonel was bad but there was SOME preparation for both. Maxine was gone in a second. And only being 15, it was the first time I personally had to deal with sudden death of a family member.
