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Here goes: My parents got divorced when I was about 3 or 4 years of age. The court system chose that I live with my mother, and I am thankful for this. I love my dad, of course, but you will find why I am thankful I lived with my mom a little later. I went to public school in Tucson, AZ until the middle of 7th grade.

We had gone to a church called "Unity" for a few years. When my mother met the man she would later be engaged to, we started going to church less and less. Around Thanksgiving of 1996, Alan proposed to mother and they planned to get married in the summer of 1997. We even started looking for a new house! Then something changed the course of my life drastically. This event also changed many other lives drastically.

On Wednesday, February 19th of 1997, my mother got very sick. Max (my younger brother by 2 and a half years) went to school, since it was right next door to our neighborhood. I couldn't get a ride to school, since my mom always took me. I stayed home and tried to take care of her, but I didn't know really what to do. Alan called and I told him she was sick. (Alan still lived in Phoenix) He called again and made up his mind to come down. He came down and everything just started getting out of my control (if I even had any to begin with). We somehow got up to our dad's house in Phoenix and stayed there until Sunday afternoon. My Uncle Pete picked us up in Eloy, AZ (halfway point between Phoenix and Tucson) and we went to the hospital. When we got there, our Aunt Linda, Alan, and Dr. Christianson (psychologist we knew) were there. I don't really remember much except that they talked to us, told us she was getting better or had gotten better and was getting worse, I can't remember. We couldn't see her because they were just taking her to do some tests.

We went home with Uncle Pete to our house. I think we ordered pizza, but I don't know for sure. We just hung around, watched T.V. and played games. Uncle Pete spent the night at our house and we all went to bed. I woke up the next morning (Monday) to go to school. I think Pete heard my alarm go off and he came in. He told me to come out to the living room. My dad and step-mom were there, Aunt Linda, and I don't remember if Alan was there or not. My dad sat down and Max and I sat on his knees. He told us our mom had died last night at about 9 o'clock. We were told she had a brain tumor. We sat there and cried for I don't know how long. Then we got dressed and headed up to Phoenix. We stayed up there until Wednesday, when we drove down for the funeral on Thursday. We then went back to Phoenix afterwards, and didn't come back to Tucson, until after all our stuff had been taken out of our rooms. We visited our house a few times, but really stayed in Phoenix. Max went to school at Kiva Elementary, and I started school at Camelback Christian Academy. My first day back to school was Tuesday, March 4. I started learning more and more about Jesus Christ and God. Finally, I was saved. I think this event took place so I could meet Jesus Christ. I don't really know what would have happened if my mom hadn't died. I know she did not die in vain.