Fare thee well, “Old Girl”
Today I am a wordsmith without my ammunition of words. That is the fate of
Writers experiencing loss and unbearable grief.
I am haunted by a hundred questions. Is it too early to write this? Is it too late?
Should I write about it at all? Should I share with my readers something that is so
private and personal ? The triumphant return of my old girl to a place of eternal
peace and serenity in the midst of the silence of green pastures; broken only by the
sound of running brooks?
I know only one thing with certainty. I must write or I will die! (more…)