The thing about realizing a dream that spans many years (like writing a book) is that by the time you finally cross the finish line, a number of the people you would have loved to celebrate your accomplishment with are no longer here. Luckily, I have new angels that have stepped up to support and encourage me. And that is truly amazing and something I am incredibly grateful for.
But– I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my heart aches just a bit when I think about some of the souls in my book that have gone to greener pastures and will never be able to read what I have written about them, nor will I be able to share my joy with them.
Here’s to dreaming about how it might have been…
My parents would have been over the moon, even though my accounts about our life are sometimes brutally honest. I think in the end, they taught me about the importance of honesty. And if telling my story helps even one person, then the truth has been worth it.
My dad would have choked up any time he told someone his Suzy wrote a book. And when I presented him with my published book, he would have hugged me close with his left arm, his disfigured hand not able to fully wrap around me. He would have bent his head slightly as his throat tightened with emotion. And when he raised his head and his eyes met mine, they would have been brimming with tears. No need for words when your actions speak volumes.
My mom would have been equally happy, even a bit giddy. But I would have learned in hindsight how proud she was of me when someone else told me what she had said. Thankfully, all these years later, I understand that their different responses had much more to do with how they viewed themselves than it ever had to do with me.
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