She was 9 and so happy here in Corcoran.



Her grandpa, grandma and auntie Donna

Summertime in Corcoran was fun for Jeannette.  She asked me if she could stay with her grandparents for at least a week.  She loved going there because she liked to attend Sunday school and go to church with them.  My parents didn't have much in regards to materialistic things but they had an abundance of love located inside their home and heart.  I look at this picture and notice how Jeannette has her hand on top of her auntie and her grandma.  She adored them so much.  My mother died three months after Jeannette. During her final days in the hospital I asked my mom if she was scared. She opened her beautiful eyes and with that famous beautiful smile she said, "Goya, I'm excited to finally see my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ."  I looked at my mom while wiping my tears and told her I didn't want her to die.  She managed to squeeze my hand a little and then went into deep state of coma.  That was the last time she talked to me.  I miss her and Jeannette so very much.  Life is not the same for me anymore.  How I wish I could turn back time and back to June, 1978.  Just like this picture above.  So happy and so carefree.