Luckyswife
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1977 Kenneth Trammell shot and severly wounded his Wife Elaine, and then shot and killed her mother Mildred.
In 1977 my Grandfather went to the hospital where his much younger wife had been admitted. Her mother Mildred sat with her. My Grandpa walked in and shot his mother-in-law dead, he also severly injured his wife Elaine. She walked with a bad limp until she died. After he was convicted and sent to prison, Grandma Elaine took my two Uncles and went into hiding for fear that the family would retailate. My Dad searched for his little brothers for over 10 years. My family would have never hurt her or the two boys, but everyone understood the trauma she had went through and never once blamed her for running.
After my Grandpa died in prison (as he should have), when my Uncles were about 16 and 17 they ran away and called my Dad. I remember leaving the second he hung up the phone. It was a great reunion and it was then that we learned how afraid their Mother was for thier safety around the family. But they (my Uncles) said they needed to know if thier brothers and sisters were mad at them or thier mom. Everybody missed everybody.
I remember my Dad made them call their Mom and she talked to my Dad and came down to our house that night. My Uncles actually came to live with us for awhile getting to know the family again. We still remain a very close tight nit family. Its amazing how one mans selfish actions can rip a family apart. I loved my Grandpa, but what he did was horrible and wrong and he didn't pay for his actions alone..we all did.
In 1977 my Grandfather went to the hospital where his much younger wife had been admitted. Her mother Mildred sat with her. My Grandpa walked in and shot his mother-in-law dead, he also severly injured his wife Elaine. She walked with a bad limp until she died. After he was convicted and sent to prison, Grandma Elaine took my two Uncles and went into hiding for fear that the family would retailate. My Dad searched for his little brothers for over 10 years. My family would have never hurt her or the two boys, but everyone understood the trauma she had went through and never once blamed her for running.
After my Grandpa died in prison (as he should have), when my Uncles were about 16 and 17 they ran away and called my Dad. I remember leaving the second he hung up the phone. It was a great reunion and it was then that we learned how afraid their Mother was for thier safety around the family. But they (my Uncles) said they needed to know if thier brothers and sisters were mad at them or thier mom. Everybody missed everybody.
I remember my Dad made them call their Mom and she talked to my Dad and came down to our house that night. My Uncles actually came to live with us for awhile getting to know the family again. We still remain a very close tight nit family. Its amazing how one mans selfish actions can rip a family apart. I loved my Grandpa, but what he did was horrible and wrong and he didn't pay for his actions alone..we all did.