A close family member recently had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. She passed away last Sunday. Ten days after suffering the heart attack. She had her last dance. Her name was on death's dance card that day.
Growing up I always had my nose in a book. I loved reading, enjoying the way the stories would allow me to learn, glimpse into another world and sometimes escape my own. I've also found comfort and words of wisdom in the pages of some of the books I have read. I wonder if writers ever learn what an impact their thoughts and reflections have on their readers?