I was reminded of good memories with my father yesterday. Just by chance a restaurant we used to go to years ago was mentioned. It made me think of the great lunches we shared there on their patio. And how my father was proud to treat his poor university-going daughter.
And it reminded me that those days are gone, never to be replayed again. That has made my heart hurt a little.
He lived a long good life and I was lucky to have him as my dad. So lucky. And though his passing was a relief because he was very sick, I miss our moments together that have now become memories.
Yes my heart hurts and I become still inside and quiet. My mourning continues.
I believe love is the only way to create great work. If you don't love it, then your heart's best won't be in it. I am an editor, writer and blogger with over 18 years of professional experience. I help authors with their story development by consulting on manuscripts, and I will read your book and advise you on what needs to be changed and what shouldn't be. I have a BA in psychology and have been interested in human nature, our personal journeys and how we can better ourselves for as long as I can remember; human behaviour and the motivations behind it have always fascinated me. I am a voting member of Editors Canada and a writing member of the Quebec Writers' Federation.
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