My mom explained it was my aunt’s job as social chair, back in undergrad, to take the new pledges out in Lubbock, show them a good time. She told me stories of the girls from her pledge class when they were freshmen, how my aunt would take them out; she said, she always knew when a group had been out with Sandy  because you’d catch them slowly crawling, hands and knees, up the long flights of stairs, back to their dorm rooms in Stangle.   Many of the women that came by to visit Sandy had been these girls.

“It’s like a sorority reunion in here,” my mom said.

All these women she hadn’t seen since graduation, some who drove across Texas, other flew in from other states, all came to pay their respects to Sandy. 

“I suppose I’ll be home for a couple weeks after this,” Tammy said.  “My girls need me.  I think it’s hard on them, though, my being gone like this.  I tell them it’s my job to help people get to heaven.  I like to think of my job like that, anyway.  It makes it less sad, after you spend so much time getting to know them.”

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