That’s the funny thing about writing your life story. You start out trying to remember dates and times and names. You think it’s about facts, your life; that what you’ll look back on and remember are the successes and failures, the timeline of your youth and middle age, but that isn’t it at all.
That’s what I remember when all is said and done. For so much of my life, I thought I didn’t do enough or want enough. I guess I can be forgiven my stupidity. I was young. I want my children to know how proud I am of them, and how proud I am of me. We were everything we needed – you and Daddy and I. I have everything I ever wanted.
That’s what we remember.
When a book makes me cry, I give it five stars. Yes I know, the quotes sound cheesy, it’s a YA book after all. Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah in one such lovely read. It’s my 17th book on Goodreads’ 2016 Reading Challenge. When I review a book, I don’t summarize it for other people to read, it’s more like sharing what it made me feel. Was I inspired with the story? Was it interesting enough to recommend to other readers who love stories on life-long friendship and family and how genuine love plays through it all?
You can always read the summary and some book reviews on Goodreads, some maybe disappointed, some find it wonderful. The story line is such that it made me cry. When I started college life, I worked in the university library for almost three years and there I found true friendship with some of my colleagues. We’ve been friends since I was seventeen and the three of them are still my friends until now. We don’t normally get to see each other but we get in touch despite the distance. Thea is now a Franciscan nun, Grace has migrated to another country and Precy is a successful businesswoman. Except for Grace, the three of us experienced life-threatening ailments that made us closer together. Precy once said that we had to undergo the same kind of pain that cancer brings.
Near the end, Firefly Lane delivers such painful reality of losing a mum, a close friend, a daughter and a wife. It pains me to remember the agony of being not 100% fit, and I do remember vividly what it was like going thru chemotherapy . Sometimes though, life let us experience something that makes us stronger, ready to accept the ugly realities and grateful for the blessings in between.
Really, when a book makes me cry, I give it five stars.
So I Won’t Forget
February 21, 2016 by arlene