Her name was Dorothy Kissinger, She was a Saint, an angel sent from heaven, The one woman pShe was around 80 years old at the time this story took place, and she worked everyday 40hrs a week and came home and cooked dinner for everyone and did everyone’s wash, she wouldn’t sit down until she knew everyone ate and was taken care of. She was the one and only woman who never let that little boy down, She was always there for him when he needed her, she took him everywhere. She was his heart and soul, they were so close, she was there for him from the time he was born until the day she passed on September 19th 2017, Zachary was 29 years old and it literally crushed his soul, he would never be the same again, that’s how much his grandmother meant to him.
She loved Country music, every time He got in her car 92 five XT you was on the radio, and after a while Country music grew on him, They went on so many car rides together from her picking him up from detention and getting suspended at school to her dropping him off at the courthouse to watch him get arrested and sent to jail, Boot Camps, juvenile detention centers and finally prison. It’s a long story and a long journey they had together but there was never a stronger bond two people could have shared that was stronger than the one they had. When he was a baby his mother was young she love drinking and getting high and will always leave Zachary with his grandmother and grandfather and aunt Cheryl who lived with her parents which was my mom‘s parents they were sisters her name was Cheryl Kissinger.