IN
LOVING MEMORY
LYNN
M. McCURRY
02/16/53
- 05/26/80
You're
gone but never forgotten.
My
mother, Lynn Marie McCurry, was born February 16,1953, in
Louisville, Kentucky. She was an only child. My mother was a very
beautiful, kind, loving, and compassionate woman. She was very
trusting.
She
graduated high school in 1970, from Fort Rucker in Dothan,
Alabama. My grandfather was in the Army so they moved around a
lot. It was a dream of my mother's to go to college, but other
plans were in store for her.
She meet
Roger Gibson and they later married. My oldest brother Roger Dale
Gibson, Jr. was born August 27,1972. Then two years later on
August 06,1974 my sister Cherie was born. Roger and her were
married for about five years then they divorced.
She meet
my dad, Alan McCurry, in 1976 and I was born September 12,1977.
They
were so happy together and a year later my baby brother Jason was
born on September 25,1978. My mother loved her children more than
life itself. She put all her dreams on hold to be a full time mom.
Then a few years later all her dreams and aspirations came to a
tragic end.
That horrific
day -
My dad worked the night she was murdered, on May 26,1980. It was
about seven in the evening, we were all getting ready for bed. My
older brother and sister were six and eight years old while my
baby brother and I were only one and two years old.
There
was a knock at the door and my mother answered it. Their names
were Horace Dunkins, Jr. and Frank Harris. They were only
seventeen years old and looking for money for drugs. Our dad had a
go-cart for sale so they used that as an excuse to get in. My
mother turned her back to get the key and Horace had a knife. He
grabbed her from behind and put the knife to her throat. Then with
my older brother and sister watching helplessly, they dragged her
outside and tied her to a tree and begin to brutally rape her and
they stabbed her sixty-seven times. They just left her for
dead.
My uncle
Danny and my dad found her lifeless body early the next morning.
No one could believe it, that any one could do this to someone.
Years
later, in July of 1989 Horace Dunkins was executed. Frank Harris
is still in prison and was up for parole about five months ago in
Alabama. He was denied, thank the good Lord. He will be back up
for parole in the year of 2006. We will continue to fight to make
sure he spends the rest of his life in there.
My older
brother Roger died in January of 1992 in a car crash. He took to
his grave the horrible memories of that tragic night. My mother
died when I was only two so I never
really
got to know her but there is a void in my life. All I do is know
she is looking over us everyday and know her memory will live
always through her children and grandchildren.
WE
LOVE YOU MOM!
MAY
YOU REST IN PEACE!
