by Sharon Lathan
I had several ideas of what I was going to blog about this time around, but before I could decide on one and begin writing they were pushed out of my mind. The reason is a tragic one: My mom lost a nearly 20-year battle with numerous illnesses this past Friday. Some of you may recall that we almost lost our mom in July, prompting my entire family to drive 18 hours to New Mexico from our home base in California. My brother and his family did the same, coming from Florida. By God’s divine grace and mercy, mom fought off death once again. It gave us a chance to spend time with her in a positive atmosphere. We all knew it was more than likely our last visit, but anyone who has lost a loved one knows that even after a long illness, it is still a shock.
So, I hope I am forgiven for not writing a humorous or enlightening essay. Instead, please allow me to dedicate this column to the woman who raised me, most of the time single-handedly. She was beautiful, loving, cheerful, brave, optimistic, a creative artist, generous, and so much more. I owe her my life. And I will miss her. My mom, Marge Shelly.
Thanks. And, because life does go on whether we want to curl up in a ball and cry or not, I am carrying on with a pre-arranged two-day discussion of Loving Mr. Darcy: Journeys Beyond Pemberley over at my blog, Sharon Lathan's Darcy Saga. All day today and tomorrow I will be hanging around the computer to chat about my newest novel. If you have read it and have a burning question or comment, pop over and join in. Hope to see you there.