My goodness, what has become of my promise to write more often in 2019?
I am so sorry.
Life has kept me busy the last few days. I have been working hard on my next article for Frank Magazine. It is about a woman who went out for walk one evening, and hasn't been seen since. Lots of twists and turns. I look forward to sharing it with my Frank readers in the coming days.
I have been in a pensive mood for most of the week, particularly this evening. I am down here in the home office, surrounded by books that I must pack up in the coming days so that they can cart them away into storage, allowing the restoration folks to do their fine work downstairs. I have been reflecting on aspects of my life, playing old music videos on youtube (The Spinners, ABBA, The Cornelius Brothers, lots more), and just thinking.
My life. Where it started. Where it ended up. The highs. The lows. The in betweens.
I miss my parents.
My dad died in 2010. We had not always got along, but after I moved out and to the city in 1988, the geography separated us, but I felt closer to them somehow. The distance brought us closer together if that makes any sense at all.
My mom died in January of 2015. I had spoken to her maybe 15 minutes before she died, neither of us knowing it would be the final time. She had received the new issue of Frank that day, and as was her habit, she tore it open to read my latest media column. I don't know how she would feel about the cold case series I now produce. Probably say she was proud of me but not read it.
I am sorry to be in this crappy mood. I will try to be in better spirits on Friday. I may even produce a blog post if you want me to.
See you tomorrow.