Some days I sit back and wonder why I chase my crazy dreams. I get frustrated that life doesn’t march to my time. I demand results that never seem to come. But then I remember whose time life does march to. And then I get a message like this one I just received from Cat in the Pacific Northwest.
I’m humbled, Cat. And I salute you.
Interesting how one-way these internet relationships are. My husband and I enjoy your humor, your faith and your self discipline; you know nothing about us. We cried with you and your family as Banjo’s health declined; you have no way of knowing if we can comprehend the sting of that loss and the grieving. We laugh at your blog and are moved by the depth and significance of your short stories; but you can’t know how much it all hits home up here in Seattle. Thanks for “putting it all out there”. We are blessed. We also just ordered our copy of Fried Chicken and Wine. We will read it chapter by chapter by firelight and laugh together. But we won’t have that glass of wine. Our challenge isn’t melanoma; our family’s challenge is addictions such as alcohol and drugs (and that ubiquitous drug: food). Thirty five years sober and loving life in the Pacific Northwest!