posted on Apr, 25 2012 @ 06:52 AM
ack! I am the sort when reading a good book, begins to grieve as the pages turn, realizing that the end is coming and this wonderful new world I have
discovered is not one I will be allowed to live in. There begins a terrible push pull, knowing that the end is coming, but greedy to read more.
Sometimes the grief is sharp and prolonged because, books can be that good, can take you to places you can never go, can show you worlds you can never
live in it, can bring you joy.
I am sad that you have written The End on your story. It is such a good one. What an incredible life you have lived. It has been a pleasure walking
beside you, seeing the pictures you painted for us. Please give us more. Thank you so very very much for having the courage, and the ability, to