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Rose Mary said to her baby sister, Alice, that she wanted to be buried in a closed casket,

as they considered coffins for their father, who had just passed away.

James E. Hawkes, who was just 68 years old and still working part-time, had just suffered a

major heart attack and died in his sleep. His wife, their mother, Francis, had woken up that morning

to find her husband cold to the touch. Their dog's stash was pacing the floor at his bedside.

Alice, just days prior, had been up to celebrate Thanksgiving with her family.

It was the fall of 1986, and everyone was there except for her brother Mike, who was sick with

the flu. Just three days later, Sunday, November 30th, their happy and healthy father was gone forever.

There was no plan in place, and the family was figuring out what to do as they went.

A mass was held that week at their Catholic Church, St. Mary's, and his body was

interred at the family burial plot at Mount Pleasant Cemetery.

As James' body was being lowered into the ground, the Hawkes' children were together,

drawn tightly through tragedy. Little did they know that in one year's time,

they would be gathered again at this same place, burying one of their siblings.

My name is Rosemary Hawkes-Drigors, and I was Alice's big sister, her definition.

She always referred to herself as baby sister, and I was the big sister.

You know, her return address would be baby sister, back in the day when people wrote letters and sent

cards. Alice Hawkes was born into a loving family on May 26th, 1964. She was the youngest in a

family of five, and her mother Frances was 44 years old when she had Alice. Her father, James,

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