Amy L. Boles Wooley

Oct. 14th 2009



I'm starting this blog to help me with my sister's death. Amy L. Boles Wooley passed away Aug. 30th 2009. She was 38 yrs old. Many questions still go unanswered. I don't know just what happened that night. Someone knows. I have to wait for the DA to get the autopsy results back before he will tell me anything. It sucks! I go from being sad and crying to angry and confused. Somedays I'm just going through the motions. I don't know how to deal with this. I just wish she was still here. Her kids need her, I need her.



Let me tell you more about us. I am Ada Sue Boles Pryor 36 yrs old married to Matthew. We have a son, Alec who has autism. He is 11 yrs old and the light in my world. We live with my Mother-in-law, Dina. She has been the best mom I have ever had. I have a good life; great husband wonferful son the best mom good job. My husband's whole family has been great to me. A long way from where I come from. But it ainn't a party!

Amy and I were born to Charles Jerry Boles & Mary Lou Sidwell in Livingston, Tn. Her on April 28th 1971 me December 23rd 1972. Two sisters who would have on hell of a ride in this crazy life. We grew up in Rickman, Tn. Dad and Mom didn't always getalong os the got divorced when I was in the 1st grade. (Guess I was 6). I started school at Rickman then got moved a few times. Lets see Rickman, Livingston, Capshaw, Algood, and back to Rickman by the end. That was all one year. Amy and I were not always together during this time. She stayed put in Rickman with Daddy and Grandma. Back then I was the one trying to hold on to our mother. I didn't know any better. She didn't want us she never did. But I always had hope I would not let that go for some time.
We all lived ther in Rickman until Grandma moved to Algood in 1982. We would go and stay with her but it wasn't the same. Grandma was the best cook. Didn't matter what it was it was good! Ofcourse Daddy dated women most we never knew of but some we did. We didn't like them. We saw it as them taking him away from us. And we wanted all of him as little girls do. Things went fine for a while. Then there was the week-end of Feb. 4th 1983. Daddy sent Amy and I to Grandmas cause I was sick. Had a kindey stone! Very painful! She took me to old Dr. Moore and he told her what to do for me. So we go back to her appt. I drink and drink and drink til I can't drink anymore. We go to bed on Sat night I'm up & down allnight. Finally in the early hours of Sun morning I pass my stone! It really hurt but I wasn't going to show any pain cause I wanted to go with Daddy that day. Him and some of his old high school buddys were going to get together at school to play basketball. I WANTED TO BE THERE!!!! Since I was feeling better I got to go. I was 10 yrs old at this point Amy was 11 yrs old. The three of us go. Daddy plays a game or two or three. We leave the gym around 4 pm. Go home Daddy tells me to do my homework and I do. Amy is washing thr dishes. Daddy goes into the living room where I follow and get to take his shoes off( I loved doing that). Amy handed him a glass of ice water. He then tells us to go back to work. We did. Then all of a sudden we hear him gasp for air! We run to him, he is cluching his chest and gasping for air. He can't speek only with his eyes told me what to do. I said to Amy, "I'll run to the Walkers and tell them!" She screams "DON"T LEAVE ME" I told her we have to do something! She then calls Jim Sullivan. In what seemed like forever people came. Police, Ambulance, just people wanting to know what was going on.

By the time the Ambulance drove off with I was numb. I knew in my heart he was gone. Amy however thought he would be okay. I was with him while she was on the phone. Holding his hand. His eyes staring right at me. I made promises, vows of the type person I would be. He didn't have to worry anymore I would be fine. I also promised that I would make sure Amy would be fine too. I would watch out for her.

This is as much as I can get today. I will tell the whole story. Please keep checking in. Thank you, Ada