This is something that is hard to write about but sometimes you have to write about hard things. I owe it to my mom to talk about her and the influence she had on me as a little girl and as an adult.
From the time I was a little girl she encouraged me to read and I read a lot when I was a kid. I was that geeky kid in the library and not the playground when in junior high. Why the library? Because that’s where the books were. My mom’s house is as full of books as mine is, stacks of them in the corners of the rooms, stacked two deep on the bookshelves.
Mom loved it that I became a writer although I think she would have rather I write about murder and mystery than sex. Thrillers were what she loved to read, not love stories. But even though they weren’t her cup of coffee she always loved getting copies of my books and I’d sign them all for her.
Now I’m going to have to collect those books again. You see my mother died almost three weeks ago and my sisters and I are going to have to pack up her house, clear her closets and her bookshelves. It’s going to be a hard job, but as I said before, sometimes you have to do hard things.
Maybe I’ll give the books to one of my sisters, the autographed copies I gave my mom. After all, they love to read too and why wouldn’t they?
We had the same mother.
3 comments:
My condolences to you and your family, Janet. Sharing the love of reading with your mom will be something you will always remember and cherish.
Janet, my condolences to you and your family. I lost my mother in 2009. She loved to read biographies.
I came from a poor family. Other than a set of encyclopedias and children's classics, we couldn't afford books. I rode my bicycle to the library every week, the basket overflowing with new titles.
Janet,
So sorry for your loss. Please accept my sincere condolences. We lost my Dad in October--2 years ago. We're still going through his legacy--he was a musician and left beautiful opera CD's and music he wrote.
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