My Life Story: Tragedy and Spirituality

By Deanna Daly

I wrote My Life Story Tragedy and Spirituality to share with you. If you are dealing with tragedy in your life, there can still be happiness after tragedy. There were times when I wanted to give up, but somehow I just kept going. As humans, I believe that we are stronger than we might think. I came out stronger after my toughest experiences. The pain and suffering never goes away, but life does get easier. I believe that whatever it is that you might be going through, you can make it. There really is life after tragedy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504350662

Deanna Daly

I believe that I qualify to write about tragedy because I lived it. My journey has taught me many things, including growing spiritually. I was born and lived for fifty-four years, in Clio Michigan. My husband, Mike and I are beloved pet owners. We have a dog named Marty and a bird named Rascal. We now live in Naples, Florida. We like to spend much of our time writing poems and music. Please visit me at: www.deannadaly.com

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-5065-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5067-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5066-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016902516

Balboa Press rev. date: 3/30/2016

Contents

Chapter 1 My Dad - William Dundas

Chapter 2 Grandpa Bone

Chapter 3 Ronnie Bone

Chapter 4 Stevie Bone

Chapter 5 Dick Bone

Chapter 6 My Mom - Evelyn Dundas

Chapter 7 Larry Bone

Chapter 8 Shirley Schenk

Chapter 9 Ron Dundas

Chapter 10 The Transition

Chapter 11 On with the Journey

As If the Last Day

Chapter 1

MY DAD - WILLIAM DUNDAS

Mom and Dad

By Mike Daly

I’m so proud you were my Mom and Dad.

The way that you raised me I am so glad.

Dad the day you kneeled and looked me in the eye.

You told me how to treat people and the reasons why.

The way that I want to be treated you treat others.

After all everyone is your sisters and brothers.

I took these words with me wherever I went to go.

These words are part of my spiritual journey this is how I grow.

Mom looked so beautiful with her olive skin in that red dress.

And Dad you were so tall and handsome I must confess.

People judged you for the way that you died dad.

Dad with you dyeing and all the judging made me so sad.

And Mom for doing the best you could they judged you too.

As far as what is right and wrong some people don’t have a clue.

Mom and Dad you taught me never to gossip or to ever be mean.

You had taught me so much by the time I was a teen.

You taught me to take care of all God’s creatures.

Of all the people in this world, you were my best teachers.

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It was May, 1946 and it all began for me on one Sunday morning. My parents William and Evelyn Dundas, lived in the country about eight miles from the nearest little town. Mom went into labor and dad rushed to town to get the doctor. But the doctor was out of town so he returned with the local veterinarian, which helped mom bring me into this world. Throughout my life those that new about me being delivered by a veterinary doctor, always said that this was the reason why I had a great love for animals.

I had a baby sister Shirley, two older brothers Don and Ron and an older sister Beverly. All seven of us lived in a small two-bedroom cement block house. There was no modern plumbing. We had a hand pump that we would carry water that we needed to cook and clean. There was an outhouse for our other needs. Dad painted it white and we called it the white house. There was this big iron pop belly stove to keep us warm. Dad would get up very early in the morning and get the stove fire red hot, so it would be warm when we got up. The stove would be used to not only keep us warm but also to heat our bath water. We would also make toast on it. Mom and dad used one bedroom and the five of us kids shared the other bedroom. In the kid’s bedroom we had two sets of those old wire springs with mattress’s sitting on cement blocks, with room only to walk between the beds. The boys slept on one bed and my sisters and I slept on the other bed.

It was not unusual to wake up in the night and to have someone laying across our bed with a shot gun sticking out the window. The man with the shotgun would be guarding his house next door.

Our neighborhood was made up of families whose fathers mostly worked for the auto companies, or were well drillers. Times were hard for everybody when the shops went on strike. But dad got a cow to help out. She provided us with milk, butter and cottage cheese. We also had chickens who gave us eggs and meat. Whenever there was some extra money mom and dad would buy plants and seeds for the garden.

Dad would try to protect the wild animals in the woods. There were men in the neighborhood that would set traps to catch and kill them. If you know anything about trapping it is very cruel. An animal could suffer for days before dyeing when caught by a trap. Dad would come home from work every night and go to the woods and gather all the traps and free those animals that had been caught. A few times he brought home injured animals and would try to heal them. The barn was full of traps. What was so funny to us kids were that the neighborhood men would tell dad about people steeling their traps. Dad would go along and tell them something like: If I see anyone I will let you know. I guess not all lies are bad.