Three Years In

It is hard to believe that three years have gone by since my father’s passing. People say a lot of things about loss and death, that time heals all wounds and that new experiences help us cope with our losses.

I will not pretend to know whether that is wisdom or just banality intended to make us feel better.

However, I can remember my father with some bittersweet joy most of the time…without a lump of hurt settling in my throat and without the sting of tears burning my eyes. Certain memories still ache and writhe. There is a preciousness to those, a feeling that they are still unhealed and raw and unfinished. Other memories haunt me, painfully reminding me of what I can never get back.

The past three years have been busy with the growing of children and the activity of family and jobs and life. I wonder sometimes how things would have been different if my father were around to enjoy these times with us. He would have doted on his grandchildren and given me sound advice—sometimes unasked—on the best decisions to make for the future. There are many times I just wish I could hear his voice again. That longing always makes me cry.

I use his example to remind my friends and loved ones to schedule all their doctors’ appointments early in the year. Sometimes I can tell them why without breaking down. Other times I can’t.

I try to appreciate the time I have with aging relatives more, even if that time is spent on a phone call—they won’t always be around. Honestly, I’ve tried harder with relatives of all ages, and it’s brought me great joy to nourish those ties.

This time of year raises the worst memories. I can remember his birthday and anniversary with joy, but the period between the last times I saw him, the news, and the funeral hit me especially hard.

Looking through my pictures on Google Photos, I discovered that Google’s creeptastic face recognition managed to capture my father’s image across four decades without any trouble, despite hair loss, weight loss, and even the dazed exhaustion of his final days.

Perhaps seeing the evolution of these images spurred my subconscious to the troubled dreams I’ve had, reimagining his illness all over again. Despite his having been gone for three years now, the horror of discovering his diagnosis and watching his health decline still feels like a nightmare. I honestly haven’t slept well in the since I saw the pictures, either because of bad dreams or a resistance to wanting to go to sleep in the first place to experience those dreams.

The gaping hole in my soul, however, remains, and nothing can bridge it.

All my love, Papa. I miss you.

Word Wednesday: Memories and Treasures

Today’s Word Wednesday is not really about the meaning of words. Normally I would sit here at my desk and pound out some interesting facts about definitions and word origins, but today we are going to be more philosophical. And I’m going to apologize for disregarding fan input during my Facebook poll…

To anyone who actually voted on book titles for Book 3, I’m sorry that I couldn’t take your advice. While I was editing Book 3, I couldn’t help but feel that my title was mismatched to the contents of the story. After all, when your major characters are dealing with amnesia, flashbacks, and the consequences of remembering or not remembering something, it’s hard to justify a title about treasures.

There were NO treasures discussed in any material way in Book 3. So “Sea Treasures” is just a bad name for that book. “Sea Memories,” however, though perhaps less catchy or less glamorous, hits a theme in the book that I would have been remiss not to follow.

I couldn’t be more excited to tell you that the third book in the Sea Deception series, Sea Memories, comes out tomorrow.

Sea Memories book cover

This is easily my favorite book cover in the series so far.

This book is the culmination of several years’ worth of effort. I decided to write three books and release them together, an undertaking that pushed the bounds of my skill set. I’m really proud to say that I did it.

However, I’m also really excited to take a moment to take a deep breath before diving into my next writing project. I’ve got the next book in the series mostly plotted and a children’s book’s illustrations to focus on next.

I can’t wait to hear what you think of Kai and Maryn’s latest adventures.

Of course, if you haven’t read the first book in the series, you definitely need to start there.