John And Wanda Casias

Goodbye for Now….
I remember them as being the truth in my young life. They used to take my sister and I to, and from, church every Sunday. They had a LOT of kids, as I recall, but the small sedan we traveled in never seemed too crowded to me. On one beautiful and sunny Sunday, as my heavy eyes lifted to look thru the window and watch the buildings and signs of downtown Amarillo, Texas, drift by, my peace was startled by a quick gasp from Sister Casias.
"Oh my goodness!" she...