It was a warm sunny afternoon on March 14, 1995. Little did our family know the tragedy that awaited us before the day would end. Most of our family was at Wal-Mart for a closing day sale. My father-in-law, Homer Arnold, and I were out running errands when we saw our family at Wal-Mart. We went in the store to be with our families. At about 5:30, my father-in-law decided to take his youngest daughter Rachel and my daughter Jessica with him to get the Girl Scout Cookie money and take Rachel to her Scout meeting. He lived on Lakecrest, …
