May 4, 1985: My Dad's Funeral

We had my dad’s funeral at Calvin Christian Reformed Church located on Norton Avenue. Many people showed up for his funeral. We had a nice picture of him sitting up front. There was no casket as we had him cremated. Even though this was a sad time for the family, it was good to have my family in town. I tried not to cry as I didn’t want people to see me cry. I sat next to the Gonyo clan. I remember Reverand Meyer asking a question, not meant to be answered, and Joy answered it out loud and it made me laugh.




Then, we had a luncheon over at the building across the parking lot where many people came.

May 1, 1985: A Day to Remember

This is one day I will never forget.  I was over at Patty’s house at 2260 Columbus,  hanging out with Patty and little Matthew.    It was a gorgeous, sunny day outside.   The past couple of days I had been talking with a counselor at school as my dad hadn’t come home.   My mother called over to Patty’s house and asked for me to come home.  I thought nothing of it.    I came home as usual.  I climbed the fence and ran home.    

My mother had me sit down at the kitchen table as she had something important to tell me.    She said that Kenny and Peggy had called and they found his van up north near the cabin in the woods.     I will never forget it when my mom told me that my father had committed suicide.   Actually, he had been missing for the past week, so he actually died on April 24, 1985 (Wednesday).   After she had told me about my father passing away, a lot of people called us on the phone and stopped by the house. 

I remember my friend Nicky Sanchez, who lived over on Columbus Avenue, came by along with her mother.  They took me over to their house and asked if I would like to stay over for the night.    I thought it was nice of them, but I didn’t want to be away from home.    So, they brought me home and then Debbie Zimmer (next door neighbor at the time) came over and had me come to her house. She gave me something to drink and we sat on the living room couch and talked. I wanted to cry so bad, but was afraid to cry. Then, she walked me back home.

Then, I remember my Aunt Charlene and Steve coming in the house and she was crying and gave my mom a hug. I know my mom cried, but I don’t remember her crying a lot. She was trying to be the strong one.

I finally went to bed. I was lying in bed with all of my stuffed animals and could hear all of the commotion in the living room. I heard Reverend Meyer from Calvin Christian Reformed Church come over. Then, I heard my Grandpa and Grandma Gonyo come inside.

They were telling my mom that they had seen where my dad’s truck was and the note that he left my Mom and I inside the truck. As far as I know, they did not see my father's body, but they only saw his van. But, this is what I remember of this day. I know I will never forget it!!

Although my father had passed away the day before, I still didn’t want to sit home. I went to school as usual.  I remember going to class and my 4^th grade teacher, Mrs. VanCamp, talking to me.    I went to the girls bathroom and Sue Counselor and Tamara Talmadge were in there.   They must have known something was wrong with me as they asked me what was wrong.    That is when I broke down crying. So, they went to get the teacher and she came in to comfort me.    Then, she had me go to the school counselor to talk to them as she thought that may help with the grieving process.     When I got back to class, I noticed that the students were quiet.  I think my teacher must have said something to the class about my father passing away.

September 1984: 4th Grade

My favorite teacher in elementary was Mrs. VanCamp.  She taught 4th grade.   She always dressed so modern and had fun activities for us to do.   I will always remember her for her contests with the multiplication tables.  When we learned certain multiplication tables and did the best in class, she would reward the top students with lunch at McDonalds. I went several times with Mrs. VanCamp to McDonalds and thought that was such a treat.    

When my father passed away, she let the students know what was going on and was a good source of support for me.  I am so thankful that I had her for my teacher.      

Summer 1984: Chicago

My Mom and Dad took me to Chicago in 1984. I had never been to a big city before, so it was pretty neat driving along Lakeshore Drive. The traffic was bad. I think it made my dad nervous driving around the city.


Little did I know in 1984 that I would eventually be living in Chicago as an adult.

My 3rd grade teacher at Lincoln Park was Mrs. Emig.  She was the coolest teacher.  I learned alot in her class.   One of my funniest memories was of her moving her wig around her head, as it itched so bad.   We all thought it was so funny.     We used to have contests in class with our work which was fun.  I was glad I didn't get Mrs. Aardema, as I heard she was a tough teacher.    Angela Balcom, Mike Keith, Kristen Vogas, Eric Anderson, and Bill Daugherty were my buddies this year.       I hung out once in a while with Julie Fitzpatrick, Amy Heckle, Lisa Walters, and Cathy Ayers.

Summer 1983: Ohio

This summer, my Mom and Dad drove me to Ohio to see Sea World, Cedar Point, and Lion Country Safari. They were all fun places to go. Again, I don’t remember a lot about the trip, except feeding the animals from the car at Lion Country Safari. I was always scared of animals, so feeding them out of our car was a bit unnerving for me, but still a good experience.

September 1982: 2nd Grade

My 2nd grade teacher was Mrs. Murphy.     Eric Anderson, Kara Filius, Carrie Cornell, Jake Messinger, Angela Balcom, and Sue Arnouts were some of my good friends in my class. I remember being so jealous of Sue as she had all of these cool gadgets.  Her mom would buy her these toys to help with her addition and subtraction.  I always wanted those.   I met Carrie this year, who used to live on Seminole.  We were inseparable.  I was sad when her family moved out of town.