Yesterday I embarked on another leg of my writing adventure. The owner of a local cafe’ has supported many authors by providing a space for them to promote their books. She had been asking me for a year when I would have a book signing event, so yesterday I finally did.
I want to thank my family and friends, and also some previous and current co-workers who came to support me. Some of them had already read my first book, The Letters and brought their copy to be signed, others came to purchase one.
Several of the diners eating that morning stopped and asked me about my book. When I shared it was a story about a father and son dealing with grief, a look would come across their face. A look of recognition, understanding. Almost everyone has had a brush, or maybe even a full-on collision, with grief.
One of the diners shared with me her husband had just lost his mom, another her own mother, and one woman spoke to me about a family member who recently lost her 23-year-old daughter. All of them were grieving. I was able to relate, listen to their story and even provide encouragement.
It was shared with me that the mother of the 23-year-old is being offered lots of opinions and suggestions of what she “should” do to handle her loss. She feels adrift. And while grief is universal, how we deal with it is very personal and unique.
I’m thankful for all who have read my book, and those who are getting ready to. My hope has been that the story I’ve penned will resonate with others and provide hope and encouragement, and remind us all we don’t have to travel the road alone.
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