What I’m thankful for.
In March my mother passed away after battling Alzheimer's. My dad,
eighty-two, had been her caretaker for five years before her death. In May of
the same year, my dad fell and hit his head. I received a call from my dad’s
neighbor saying he’d been taken to the hospital and had to have surgery due to
blood filling his brain. My brother and I both live out of state and hurried to
him as quickly as possible. The next few days were a nightmare, and we weren’t
sure my dad would make it. I couldn’t believe after his devotion to my mother,
this would happen to him. He’d made plans to travel and see family and do
things he hadn’t been able to do while caring for my mother. He was in the
hospital for weeks and slowly improved. By July he was moved to a rehab center
and improved even more. I’m thankful to say he’s about ninety percent back to
being himself, and hopefully soon he’ll be all the way back to being my healthy
active dad.
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EXCERPT
In the stifling heat, Angelique Montief flicked her wrist and set the bamboo ceiling fan spinning. Kneeling on a woven mat with sweat coating her body, she lifted a small wooden brass-bound casket from the bottom of a large trunk, inserted a gold key, and opened the lid. Inside two objects lay wrapped in thick cloth. She carefully unwrapped the smaller bundle to reveal a pentagonal mirror, a gift handed down to her by her grandmother, its ancient oak frame carved with tiny pentacles.
She glanced over her shoulder at her locked bedroom door, then stared into the mirror and whispered, “Show him to me.” When the glass remained blank, fear clutched at her chest. Again, she said the words, and the image of a plantation house engulfed in flames appeared. “No, please, he can’t be dead. ”Tears blurred her vision. The fiery image changed to reveal a human form lying beneath flowering bougainvillea. “Show me his face.”
She saw his indigo blue eyes blink open.
“I’m coming, my love.”
She rewrapped the mirror and placed it into the smaller casket among cloth bags of herbs and potion-filled vials. Relocking the lid, she hung the key on a chain around her neck, dropped a jeweled dagger into her pocket, and tucked the casket under her arm.
Augustus had locked her in, placing what he thought would be an impenetrable shield across both doors. Her husband’s biggest mistake was underestimating her.
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I hope you father continues to be on the mend. Good excerpt. Book sounds good! Good luck, Debby!
ReplyDeleteI'll keep you father in my healing prayers, Debby. It's good to hear he's doing much better. Your book sounds intriguing and I've added it to my tbr list. All the best!
ReplyDeleteSo glad your dad is healing well. Best wishes on your upcoming release.
ReplyDeleteSo glad your dad is doing well! Good luck with your upcoming release.
ReplyDeleteDebbie I’m So glad your dad is on the mend. Congratulations and best of luck with your release!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to thank Angela for having me today. Also a big thanks to all of you for your good wishes. I wouldn't have gotten through this ordeal without family and friends.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to your dad and the book release :) xoxo
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about the loss of your mother. Alzheimer's is a terrible disease. Thrilled your father is recovering from his fall. All the best.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes on your new book. Glad your dad is recovering from his fall. Alzheimer's is a terrible disease my mother-in-law suffers from a fast moving form and it's just heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteDebby, Sorry to hear about your mother's passing and father's accident. I hope he gets to travel and spend more time with you. Best wishes on your book. Blessings to you and your family.
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