My husband died in the great state of texas My childhood was not bad I had a good family. But it all went downhill when my husband died. The FBI agents said it was an accident but I knew it wasn’t true. He left on a train that day it was raining. The heavens must have known a great man would be leaving the earth. that day After my husband died I had no income, I was forced out of my home. I lived on the prairie so it was always hot, being poor on the prairie was not easy. All the money I had I spent on alcohol. The people from the town banned me. I moved to skid row to continue my life as an alcoholic. every chance I get to use a writing utensil I use it to draw my husband.