My stepfather, Paul and Mylinda's real father, would die of cancer in 1987. Paul was 11, Mylinda was 10. It would all but crush the two. Ed was one of those people that others normally classify as "larger than life". He was liked by everyone, and loved by his family. The loss was devastating.
Yet they survived, though effected greatly by the death. I was 24.
That same year brought the death of my mother's mother, my grandmother. Another tremendous personality, the loss was also deeply felt.
When I would visit, I'd take them to movies, to the park, and so on. It was during this time that they began to grow to love horror movies as much as I did. The fact is that we'd stay up and watch them in spite of Mom's disapproval of their seeing these monster movies at that age. Didnít slow us down at all. *LOL*