Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Messages

I was deeply touched by Kate Collins's post last week on Monday, Valentine's Day. And the comments to Kate's post were even more touching. Glimpses into people's lives as they shared their experiences and feelings. Those moments are powerful. Moments when we reach out to one another and share our thoughts, our feelings, and sometimes our pain.


I've always felt honored when someone has chosen to share some of their private memories or stories with me. It has happened quite often. Sometimes I'm here in Colorado, other times I'm in other states visiting or speaking at an event and quite often at booksignings. In fact, it seems to happen regularly at booksignings. People will come up to the table wherever I'm signing, pull up a chair, and ask me to sign a book. . .and then they tell me their stories. All of us have stories. As novelists, we're unapologetic storytellers. Maybe that's why they choose me. They know I'll listen. And I hear the most amazing stories.


It happened again while I was traveling in California several days ago. First in Sacramento, then again in the Los Angeles area. One day my Sacramento friend & I were driving to a knitting shop in the Grass Valley area, which is north of Sacramento. The knitting shop, Meadow Farm Knits, was a wonderful & warm shop and filled with lots of friendly and fun knitters & other fiber folk. After an hour of chatting, my friend and I were ready to head to lunch when another woman came in, one of the shop regulars, and she said she simply had to share a story with me. And it brought tears to my eyes.

She and three friends had grown up together in the area and all had enjoyed knitting at that shop and had also enjoyed reading my Kelly Flynn mysteries. They all read them at the same time. Last year, one of the friend's breast cancer returned after six years and spread. Unfortunately, there was no cure this time. The three friends surrounded their dying close friend with their love by visiting her in the hospital and reading the mysteries to her, even when she was unable to respond to them by speaking. But, this woman said, their dear friend still found a way to respond to them while she was leaving them.


Oh, my. All the dear ones and the loved ones in our lives are so precious. And they all have stories. Their lives are stories. Share your love with the people closest to you. Keep sharing and let them know you care. It's a blessing for you and for them.