The Narrative Arc
Launched Through the Air at Age 75
Pedestrian vs large truck
At 6:45 PM last week, my youngest sister called me — “Nova was struck by a pickup truck in the parking lot at her store. She is on the way by helicopter to Oklahoma University Hospital. We do not know any more than that,” she said.
Nova is the middle child in our sibling group of the five children of our family. I could tell by my sister’s voice that she was in shock. She had witnessed the accident from steps away.
My mind could not wrap itself around that sentence. My big sister, Nova, is seventy-five and more active than most forty-year-olds. She bought an antique mall business one year ago and loved owning the store. Before this venture, she was a corporate executive in an oil conglomerate until Chaney moved the company to Texas, devastating the town where it all began.
She was forty-nine years into that company when her job was “outsourced” to India. The ultimate indignity was being offered an incentive package to stay and train her replacement department of workers overseas. The money was good, so she accepted the task. She was tossed out like last week’s paperwork when they were trained.
After a year of caring for her small hobby ranch, the opportunity came to buy the store in her…
