We didn't go out together very often, us three sisters.  But when we did, it was memorable!

We decided to go out to Mickey Gilleys in Pasadena on beer bust night.  Gilley beer was $1.  But I was a rebel, I ordered Lone Star Beer.  It cost more but I wasn't a sheep following the others.  I don't know what Pam and Val drank.  They followed their own drummer too.   Probably whiskey for Val.  Pam probably didn't drink anything because she had fun without it.

We decided to tell the MC or whatever the guy introducing the bands was called, that us three gals wanted to announce to a certain guy there...that WE were here!  The announcer made a big big deal that there were three pretty women here too see you, do come on up before they're taken!

He was riding the mechanical bull I think.  When he finally got up to the stage, he said, "Awe, it's just my three sisters!"  Wasn't too happy about the let down.  But we were elated!  We had once again messed with our little brother Chris!  So fun!  

Thank you Pam for creating this site for our dear sister Valerie.  May she have peace, finally.  And to her children and granddaughter Valerie, she was a kind and loving soul.  Val put her kids first and foremost, despite her struggles here on earth.  May heaven be a joyride for her.

Love AC/DC

Your being gone has taught me that it doesn't matter where we came from, what car we drove or how educated we are.

What matters is how we feel when you are gone.  What matters more are the memories that live in us who loved you.

One day my son brought me a song and asked me to listen to it.  It reminded me of when we were young.  We didn't blame no one but we did grow up empty. We later talked of the people that fed us lies and promised us bright tomorrows because we actually believed them at the time.  They told us we were good at bad things but we were just glad that they were proud of us.   

We saw things we probably shouldn't of seen before we made it to our teens, but I like the way you were, Val, because you didn't care if people didn't like you.  You were always ready to put up a fight and we learned to do the things that we thought were right. 

If one of us would of died the other would've died too.  We went to jail, got sick, we even lost our mom and dad.  We cried. 

We were victims of the devil's lies.  But you never know who's right behind you, I have a son now who wants to do  whatever I do. Then I remembered Momma used to tell us that we were created by God.  At first we wanted to be our own god who's in control of all things. But then I remembered the God our mom had told us about before she died.  She explained how the enemy will fight even harder to bring us from God.  She even left a letter that said the devil is real. We were victims of lucifer's lies and we needed more than what we had to lead us.  We needed more than a teacher to teach us.

Then one day I told you how I cried out to God because I made such a mess of my life. He said He'd erase it, I took it.  I also told you that I screwed my life up so bad and that God said He'd replace it, I took that too.  It was a free gift. 

I told you how it sure wasn't easy at all but I'd rather serve than be served.  My education ain't much but to God I'm qualified for anything. I told you about my new life and you wanted some too.  You asked about it.

Before the Lord took you, we said the prayer and asked for His help.  You accepted Jesus into your heart......I knew you felt the same peace I felt when I did it too.  You would read the bible and say that it is too heavy to hold up at night while you read it.  Then we laughed.