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The Day the Music Died

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Norman V. Rester 1956-1998 Does anyone really wake up with the thought ... that today may be the day they die? Saying goodbye to your loved one seems so trivial until you look back and realize it was the last goodbye.  Then, it becomes a moment stuck in your memory that had so much importance… but you did not see it coming. You relive all those last days over and over again, savoring the countdown remembrance until the last glimpse. At 34 years old, with two sons, six and ten years old, I faced the toughest challenge of my life and upheld a family tradition of becoming a young widow. Both my grandmothers and my aunt lost their husbands prematurely, two from car accidents and one from cancer. I never dreamed I too would continue the custom. Norman was my husband for 16 and a half years, whom I married at a young and naive 18 years old. Almost immediately, we traveled the world in a Contemporary Christian singing group called Sound of Joy. We were full time Christian

My Hometown Faith: The Day the Music Died

My Hometown Faith: The Day the Music Died : Norman V. Rester 1956-1998 Does anyone really wake up with the thought that today may be the day they die? Saying goodbye...