Publisher's Synopsis
Write what you know. I spent ten years journaling hoping that something would jump out at me as the subject of that book I knew I had in me. After ten years and while rereading what I had written it did indeed come to me. There seemed to be a recurring subject - grief. No I am not alone, everyone has felt the bitter pill of grief but this was something I felt I could share in the hopes that it could possibly help someone. It is my first but I know that it will not be my last book. "On this particular morning, with my daughter in the back seat and the fog that had set in, I was driving and I suddenly felt myself drifting, becoming mesmerized by a single droplet that slid ever so slowly down the windshield of my car. I found myself tracking the droplet down the windshield and was on the brink of a hypnotic trance. I was caught up in the moment, alone and closed. The world was still there, beyond the fog and even in the back seat, but I wasn't seeing it. "I suddenly woke from my reverie, disbelieving that this had actually happened and realizing that I had to pay more attention to things outside the vehicle no matter how little there was to see. I could not let myself withdraw so much that I could lose myself. I realized how dangerous this could have been. I continued along the road and made myself look from side to side and in the rearview mirror at my sleeping daughter. A few minutes later the cornfield opened to the main road."
