Well, here we are! Blog name is namesake: my first book is called The Best of It: a Journal of Life, Love and Dying. My father published it as part of the company I’ve inherited since his death.
My mother died of heart disease when I was 23 years old; the book chronicles her journey through her illness. It’s been more than 30 years since I lost my mother, and we learned some things then that I try to apply now. Here’s an excerpt from the book, which still speaks to me about my life today.
There truly was glory in moments when Betsy would smile and ask us to step closer; we had brought the freshness of outdoors in with us on our coats, in our hair. There was glory in coming in from an early snow, laughing, hands bright red with cold, to give her the first pressing of cider from a tin cup.
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Really, I want to share that. The Best of it, for me. What’s your Best? Maybe we can share sometimes. Thanks for stopping by.