My Mother, Dorma Call wrote this down for me

Dear Jo

Briefly this is the way that I remember this.

My Uncle Fred Housley, (my mothers brother) and his wife Aunt Hazel were retired and they were going home for Christmas.

On their way, they were hit by (I believe) a Semi.

The ambulance came and the paramedics put Uncle Fred on a gurney and checked

him out to see if he was ok. He seemed fine.

He hadn't been told yet that Aunt Hazel had died.

They brought her up on a gurney next to Uncle Fred . Uncle Fred raised up on his elbow

and looked over to see how Aunt Hazel was doing.

They had her face covered up with a sheet and so, he laid back down and was dead.

A couple of weeks prior to this, Uncle Fred and Aunt Hazel were at Aunt Clarissa's and Uncle Fred said to her that they were going to go on a mission soon . They asked him when, where, and how. Did you get your call yet, And he said no, No one had asked them to go yet, but he knew they would be going soon.

After this incident took place They figured that this was the mission they were called on.