Today I am celebrating two things.
First, if anyone has been following this, my mother is home, considerably improved, and talking about moving closer to her family. She’s one of those elders who made the cross-over from being a respected parent to a good friend.
Several grownups that I knew as a child did that. Friends’ parents who became friends in themselves, as valued as their children, my friends. Sometimes more so. I remember once being asked to speak at the funeral of one. Delightful man, full of wisdom and goodness and humor, who lived to a lovely, ripe age. I had never delivered a eulogy before.
And a bouquet:
…this week, checking my website, which is getting an overhaul, I happened to stumble across this comment from a reader, aged 80, who had read my Egyptian series The Memphis Cycle:
I enjoyed reading your books. They make historical names come alive. I had been to Egypt and seen the Pyramids. I was even fortunate to see the mummy of the boy king &and all the artifacts. It made me wonder how come such a well developed and great civilization came to an unknown end. How come they disappeared from the face of earth? I was always curious to know about them.Your books made me feel that they had a very similar life to ours. Thanks for writing these books.I do hope you will continue with Memphis Cycle. with regards (name)