Sandy was born two years after Gaynelle and died five years later. Because she died well before I was born, I don't know a whole lot about her. All I know about her are a couple of stories told by others.
IOne was of the German Sheppard that my parents owned when Sandy was alive. Sandy would walk around the yard with her hand in the dog's mouth and the dog never bit her or was rough with her in any way. However, the dog was fiercely protective of her and, after Sandy died, no one except my dad could get near the dog. Eventually, they had to give the dog away. I guess it had a special connection, maybe even psychic, with Sandy.
The only other things I know about Sandy was that a fishhook hooked into her eye. I also know that she contracted German measles, which turned into meningitis, which killed her. My mom and dad kept her body in the living room of our house until she was laid to rest.
I can't even imagine the pain that must have caused my parents. The thought of burying one of your children is totally foreign to me. I guess the strength of their love pulled them through.