I did it, Peggy.
I set out to write your story and I completed it. But what I didn’t know was that I would be adding my own story as well.
I also didn’t know how hard it would be to put it in black and white. I figured it would be okay since I’ve shared our story for years. It was different, very different.
Holding the book in my hands the other day when I got it through the mail was surreal.
A lot of life within those one hundred and seventy-five pages. A lot of pain.
And now here I sit. Knowing I accomplished what I set out to do leaves me with mixed feelings. Yes, I feel a sense of accomplishment. The technological part alone caused me a lot of big headaches. And you can verify that with a number of people.
And as any author knows besides writing the book, I still had life to do. I dealt with things like a leaky pipe, a soaked carpet. Taking the rug out. My computer broke. I had work done on our house as they insulated it. We had a few days clean-up after they were done. I worked on another computer, which was difficult. Well, you get the idea.
But I faced those obstacles and did it anyway. It feels good to say, “I did it.”
But I’m sad too. Writing BROKEN, opened the door to some memories which have camped out in my mind, refusing to leave. But maybe that’s okay. You see, remembering the difficult parts of our lives makes us sensitive to others who are hurting. I want to be sensitive to others.
We live our lives where people settle for imitations of community. Many are lonely. And when hurting people are alone, the pain is intensified.
I’m praying for those who hurt. I’m praying God uses words I’ve written to ease someone’s pain.
God’s the only one who can do that. He comforts us so we can comfort others.
I miss you Peggy. But that’s okay, it won’t be forever. Some day we’ll see each other again and then we’ll catch up.
But for now I’ll think about a story I recently wrote. It was about you, Mom and me going for a special tea. I know the story wasn’t real, but it felt real. And for five hundred words or so, I felt like we were together again. We talked, we laughed. It was special.
Well I’m going to have to go, the book launch is today. People can actually buy the book on Amazon.
I’ve made a list of things that determine what success means regarding this book. And you know what? That list is really helping me. And guess whose idea it was? Your eldest son, Drew.
Too often we determine our success by the wrong indicators. We use things like money, numbers of sales, etc. Knowing this book can encourage someone will mean I’m successful. Knowing someone else may feel less alone, that too would mean success.
It’s all perspective.
Well, now I do have to go. But I’ll talk again soon.
In the meantime. I can imagine what you would say if you were here.
You’d smile and say, “That’s good, Anne. I’m proud of you.”
I love, you Peg. I always will.