Getting back to business

Some of you might have noticed that I kind of dropped off the face of the earth last week.

I took an unexpected trip to Houston when a good friend’s father passed away and I wanted to be there for him and his mom, who were (and are) very special to me. It wasn’t wholly unexpected, but I’m still very sad. Sad for my friend and his family. Sad for his wife of fifty-five years. He passed away peacefully, surrounded by family and friends. All in all, not a bad way to go.

Having one of my best friends lose his father is one of those things that reminds me I’m not a kid anymore. I am getting older. My father’s own heart scare a few years ago reminded me that I won’t have my parents forever. It’s not an easy thing to wrap your mind around because parents are so present in our minds. Relationships might be good or horrible, but they are there. Losing them is a milestone that most everyone will face if they live long enough.

I’m getting morbid when, really, it was a very life-affirming trip. I was able to spend time with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Another one of my best friends got engaged. Two others have new babies on the way. There’s something about keeping the friends who knew you when you were young. I think they remind you of who you meant to be before jobs and bills and mortgages and marriage happened. Hopefully it’s a good thing to be reminded of that person.

I got back very early Saturday morning, so I’m easing back into work after a quiet weekend with my son. I’m hitting the end game of THE SECRET (or the first draft of it, anyway) so that’s very exciting. Early feedback from beta readers who have read the partial manuscript has been good. I’m excited for you guys to read the end of Ava and Malachi’s story. Hopefully, I’ll surprise you. In a good way.

I’ll sign off for now and get back to work, leaving you with a song that reminds me of my friend’s father, Eugene Gerla. A good man. A quiet man. A life-long Texan. A veteran. And a good dancer. A man who loved the same woman for fifty-five years. A man who raised two great kids. A man who invited random college kids to his house for any holiday they couldn’t make it home. Jo’s husband. David’s dad. Conor’s grandpa and so much more to so many people.

Patty Griffin—”Go Wherever You Wanna Go”

You can go wherever you wanna go
Go wherever you wanna go
Fly up to the moon and say hello now
You can go wherever you wanna go

You don’t ever have to go to war no more
Never have to go to war no more
Wear them boots and swim that icy shore now
You don’t ever have to go to war no more

You can get up on some sunny day and run
Run a hundred miles just for fun now
Heartaches and yesterdays don’t weigh a ton now
You can get up on some sunny day and run

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  1. That song brought tears to my eyes, thinking of loved ones who are gone. It’s lovely to be able to celebrate the life that was, but still a little sad to think of them. Hoping this week is a good one for you ☺

  2. Elizabeth – a very poignant post that I was able to relate to on many levels. Sorry for your loss (and your friend’s).

  3. I lost my mom suddenly in October. It doesn’t matter how old you are or the age of your parents, it is horrible. I never really thought there would be a day I couldn’t call her or see her. Enjoy your parents, your family and your friends, even when they drive you nuts, bc tomorrow is never guaranteed

  4. Patty griffin is one of my favorite artist. So glad you have posted that song.
    Glad you keep your roots. You are an excellent writer keep up such good work. God bless

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