I woke up this morning thinking about 2013. So much happened. I sadly observed the 10th anniversary of Mike's death and his 72nd birthday on Christmas Day. I was sad as usual during the holidays as I missed so many loved ones besides Mike who made the holidays special over the years: Rana, Diane, Linda, Mimi, my mom. I talk to my loved ones who are no longer with me fairly often. I talk to them even more during the holidays. I tell them how hard it is to go on without them, without their love and support. I call upon them when I feel lonely and need help coping. I know they are still there for me. I knew that this morning as I reflected on 2013.
Because this morning I realized that 2013 was a good year for me. In fact, I had a wonderful time. My new partner, Jerry, and I had a busy, fun year. We travelled on a cruise to the Islands, we went to Canada and saw Niagara Falls with a tour group. And best of all, we went to Sicily where we spent 10 wonderful days touring the land of my ancestors with my son, Mike and my daughter-in-law, Randi and my two teenage grandchildren, Olivia and Connor.
That vacation is reflected in the biggest accomplishment of the year, my new novel, The Sisters: Ten Days in Sicily. This latest book in the Sisters Series is fun. I loved writing it. It makes me smile when I read it. It reflects the pride I have in this land of my ancestors, the love I have for its people and the beauty of the country.
And so, I begin a new year with a sense of hope and promise and joy. I gave myself a gift and I want to share it with you. It's the gift of finding yourself, your roots, your past loves, your present ones, and your future joys. It's called The Sisters: Ten Days in Sicily.
L.L.L.
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