The Book-let me explain. I have been writing TB since 1984. Along the way I decided there were several books. Some full of short stories, some vignettes and some journaling of the incredible journey I have been on-all non fiction. People have told me I should label my book as fiction since one would find it hard to read believing it is all true, but it is.
Then, as many of you know, Patrick died. The notes and writings on all of our grief has became a journey of it's own as I listen to so many tell me their feelings as they also struggle through his leaving. Then when I gathered all his journals together I saw a bigger book. I encourage you who knew him to send me stories and laughter and encouraging words he gave you also. His book has become The Book.
His yearning was to be remembered. We must remember him. We must continue to share his dreams and encouragement and laughter....because saints cannot be buried.
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My dear sweet friend...I am SOOO glad to see that you are doing this. You know I've always said you needed to write a book.
One memory that came to mind as I read your first post was this: surprisingly, Patrick always remembered my birthday (guess it helped that we were just 6 weeks apart)...but NOT surprisingly, he although thought it was the day before. So, every year, I always knew that my birthday would start early with a note, card, or phone call from him. I used to give him a hard time about not remembering the actual day...and he used to always say - well, court, you should just be glad that I actually remember. And glad I was...this will be 2nd year that February 26th has come and gone without the start of my early celebration. Everyone else remembers the 27th....I do miss my friend. Love you!
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