Where Do I Begin

 I started writing this book two weeks before the tenth anniversary of my father’s passing. I wonder where the time has gone, and missing him has not gotten easier.

Many times, I drift back to my younger years on the farm; how I miss those carefree days. Days when mom or dad were there to help me when I felt my whole world was falling apart—a look, a touch, or words that made everything right. Then I had to grow up, start my life on my own, and before I realized it, years had passed. As the parents grow older, shock comes in the form of loss when one of them passes on. Realization sets in of how precious life can be and a self-analysis begins!

I have always wanted to write and started many times, but it always fell to the wayside. After analyzing my childhood dreams and realizing the shortness of life, I cannot wait any longer. This longing welling inside me has given me the desire to write this book. Therefore, here goes . . .

I am writing this book in honor of my parents: for my mother who is still with me and my father who has passed.