Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our late daughter's novel has just been named a finalist in Foreward Reviews for Multicultural works for 2020. How I wish she could see and experience all the praise she is receiving for her novel The Royal Abduls. So many, many people have been touched by her book. We who knew her are so happy to have her recognized and honored. I think she knew it was a fine book, and all the reviews and press she saw when she was alive were positive. But not to get her book launch because of covid and to be so preoccupied by her struggle to remain alive, meant she did not feel all the joy that she deserved. We are all so proud of her, but I hope she's watching somewhere and knows how putting her whole heart into the book gave her many fans who found their hearts engaged by her characters and by the love that is expressed in the novel. Yesterday we helped our younger daughter get ready for going to the cabin by corraling the two grandsons while she packed. They got up to the cabin before dark, and lo and behold a tree branch had taken down the power lines, and it will take an electrician to okay the power company to fix it, so they spent the night in a nearby hotel and will head back this afternoon. At least there is snow up there and the four year old's dream of playing in the snow is being realized, but it was not the relaxing getaway they'd hoped for. My husband and I felt so powerless to help, and it is one of the unpredictable frustrations of a rustic cabin in the woods. There is always something, it seems. At least they'll have a funny story to tell when they return. And the grandchildren will have their fun in the snow.