I am now an old man and my birthday was one day after Kathy's death. My Dad was a sharecropper who dug and cleaned out open wells for what little money we had. I remember all too well Dad crying over and over while the search was going on. We listened on the radio the whole time it was covered. He said he knew he could get down to her if he was there, but we were in North Carolina, and no money to get him there. The song still comes to my mind often, and I am one who counselled and taught children in church for many years later on, and it still hurts me, but I know one day I will see her in Heaven