This morning I read in the newspaper that there will be a presentation/book discussion at a church up the road given by my mom and my aunt. I hadn't been aware.
I suppose I had only minimal involvement in the book itself. I did save the manuscript from the fire, if you will, and passed it on to my aunt who spent months at editing and word processing.
It was a blessing to know the book's author, my step great grandmother. For years I visited her and took her out to the circus or restaurants, despite the claims that she was dirty, crazy, and "not really part of the family."
The book was published after her death, and for some time I was included in marketing efforts and sales. I wrote a few pages that are included in the back, explaining my relationship to Mrs. Carr.
So I started feeling a little sad this morning, to be "left out" ( perhaps better said, "without notice"). Then I asked myself how often I fail to include God, my creator and companion, to the events in my life.
I can but try to be a better communicator, someone who invites others. I want to remind myself to take the long view, working hard to not forget the many hands that have helped me along the way.
Side note: last night's performance of Broadway Baby" by Women's Select Choir had me thinking of Pat.
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