Not “her “family
Today I have another victory. Finally. The book was showing off in the open part of my wall furniture for four years. Really! To challenge me: 'Get me! Forward! You can do it! You want it! You owe it to me and to yourself! '
And today I did it.
A book full of recognition, full of tragedy, full of misery, but also full of life lessons, light written, here and there a hint of humour, but with a depth that can only be expected from a woman with wisdom of life.
I knew it. Of course I knew. I knew the contents. Knew the life story. Have been allowed to make a contribution myself. Brushing, planing, kneading every sentence, every word I read letter by letter. Glad and grateful that she took my comments to heart, did something with it, grew through it.
