Many years ago, as I sat at my desk, just after an incident at a railroad crossing, I heard a frightening sound.  Very distinctly.  The shrill and haunting sound of a train whistle!  It echoed through my thoughts, bringing with it memories of a distant past.  Hours later, while sitting at my computer, I heard a voice.  My childhood voice.  My little girl voice.  She was insistent on being listened to, so I started to type every word she told me about what happened so long ago in and around that secretive Victorian house on that hill. 

 

She had a wedding on her mind.  She wanted to go back, a reminder of where it all began.  I heard her say, 'It was the year we were almost three.'  Jimmy had told her, 'Hey, I got this idea, know what we could do?'  As she remembered, I listened.  And she told me about how it was,  our intertwined journeys of love and friendship, about those flawed people I loved so dearly; about Jimmy, about me, about Jimmy and me, about everything I had kept dormant for all those years.  

 

She told me the truth of what had happened so long ago.  This story is about love, drama, loss, grief, and ultimately, understanding and redemption."     I'm so grateful to revisit this precious chapter of my life and share its lessons with you!
       …Caroline