Our card this week is Mary and Suzanne Raker, the two of hearts from Minnesota.

On Labor Day of 1974, less than 24 hours before 15-year-old Mary was to start her sophomore

year of high school, she told her parents she needed to make the quick shopping trip

to pick up some last-minute school supplies and a winter coat.

Her younger sister, 12-year-old Suzanne, tagged along and they waved goodbye to their father

who was painting the exterior of the house when they left.

On a day so ordinary, it never crossed his mind that that would be the last time he'd

see his two daughters alive.

I'm Ashley Flowers and this is The Death.

Everything looks different in hindsight.

Moments you want to rewind, pause and do differently.

Or moments that you just wish you'd pay more attention to because maybe they meant something.

Maybe you could have seen something or prevented something.

87-year-old Rita Raker has spent almost 50 years now examining a few weeks of 1974 in hindsight.

There was something bothering her 15-year-old daughter Mary, but she couldn't get her to

say what?

And I don't know if you've tried talking to a 15-year-old lately but it wasn't any

easier back then.

And with a house and a husband and five other kids to care for, the best Rita could do

was continually remind Mary that she was there for her.

Things seemed to be looking up though.

It was Labor Day and Mary seemed excited about leaving that evening to go back to high

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