I am pleased to share the first book trailer for Of Grief, Garlic and Gratitude!
Yesterday, I was hurrying down the street, freezing, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw this mural. It was so beautiful, that I walked over to take a picture. Then, as I got closer, I realized that there were phone numbers on it, phone numbers for addiction recovery programs. This was a mural telling those struggling with addiction that they are loved, and giving information about getting help!
So I stood on the street, and started to cry. What a beautiful piece of art, and an even more beautiful message. Love, that those struggling with addiction are loved. Now if you have loved or love someone struggling with addiction, you know that. But this wall shouted it to the world. And I am so very thankful for that!
Yesterday, we made brownies. Maybe we did it because we didn’t have cookie ingredients in the house. Maybe it was because they sounded good. Maybe it was because deep down, I was struggling with the emotional baggage of the book about surviving losing Sam being released in e-version.
I don’t know what prompted us to make the brownies. What I know is that they weren’t the best ever made. New type of mix, maybe? I don’t know the reason, but the edges were hard as rock.
I seem to struggle with baking brownies. Often the edges are like hockey pucks. Maybe that was why Sam always took the middle of the pan — no hard edges.
In the midst of thinking about the brownies, I learned that a former student had died of an overdose, and it hurt more than I can express. I am so very tired of hearing that funny, loving, giving young people are being taken from us. I am so tired of seeing the broken hearts of families and friends.
Yes, I cried. Writing this now, tears are running down my face. This student made me laugh, even when I wanted to stay serious. She was loud, funny, and no matter what, always had a smile for me — even when I was having to be the disciplinarian. I ran into her last summer, and was so happy to see her, to get a hug, to see her always impressive fake nails and hear about her young daughter.
Then, after the tears, the anger came. When will we stop this epidemic? We need to stop pushing drug abuse and addiction to the side, we need to face the reality of the issue, and work as an entire global community to solve it.
Today is the day that the e-version of Of Grief, Garlic and Gratitude is released. It seems surreal to have it finally launch into the world beyond that of the group of people who follow this site, or are connected to me via social media.
As I have said before, I never planned to write a memoir. I certainly never planned to write one about grief. When Sam died, it thrust us into a world that we never wanted, never planned to experience. And so if writing about that process helps someone else, then I feel that I have brought some good out of such a horrible situation.
With the e-book launch, I again pause to think about what Sam taught me. He taught me to laugh at myself when I get too intense. He taught me that there is always more than one point of view. He taught me that every single human being is worthy of love and respect. He taught me that a good burger, friends, and warm brownies can lighten a heavy heart. He taught me to open my heart to those different from myself.
As this book launches, I hope that others will read it and realize that no matter how dark the day, there is always something to be grateful for, and that no matter what, love is truly what matters.
Tomorrow, February 5th, the e-version of my book will release on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other online retailers who sell e-books.
It has been a long road to get to this point, and I am very excited to see the e-version release!
The other day, I wrote about the love between our two alpacas, Ellsbury and Kahuna. Since then, we have been doing what I refer to as “alpaca physical therapy,” where at least three times a day, we go make sure that Kahuna gets up and walks around carefully to make sure his other muscles don’t get to stiff or start to weaken. We give him his medicine, we massage his sore leg, and the whole time, Ellsbury stands guard. Kahuna walks outside to check things out? Ellsbury goes along. Kahuna gets a shot of anti-inflammatory medicine? Ellsbury stands right next to us as we give it. And when Kahuna is walking around, and Ellsbury gets boxed into a corner by the human helpers, which would normally result in Ellsy giving a swift kick to the humans? He just hums at us and moves away, no kicking involved.
Love, it’s love, pure and simple.
Love comes in many forms, and is not limited to humans. Humans love our animal companions, and those companions love us. But what about the love between our furry friends?
This past week, our Kahuna hurt his foot. It seemed to be improving, then he seemed to be struggling more, perhaps due to the brutal cold and deep snow. So last night, the vet came to pay a visit, and see how she could help him feel better.
Now Kahuna is a big, furry, skittish male alpaca. He likes to watch people, but doesn’t really want to get near them a whole lot. His buddy Ellsbury? He loves to watch his people, and will let “his” people get near him and cuddle with him. But strangers? Nope! Ellsbury is very, very shy and will try to stay away from anyone new.
So here is the vet in the barn with Kahuna, who at first didn’t want to get up. She poking and prodding him, giving him shots, taking his temperature, listening to his heart. And the whole time, shy Ellsbury was right there. Yes, he was clearly very nervous, but his love for his buddy — the buddy who tries to take his grain every day — that love was so strong that he would be right next to a strange human so he could keep humming to his friend. He even got so brave as to come up to the vet as she was massaging Kahuna’s leg, and touch his face to hers, as if asking her to help his buddy.
Then, in a beautiful moment, he walked back to Kahuna’s head, and bowed down to touch noses with him, as if reassuring him everything was okay.
Much later that night, I went down to the barn to check on them, and Ellsbury was cushing across the door to the barn, right near Kahuna, but also on guard so no one could come near his buddy without him knowing it and protecting him.
Love comes in many forms. Sometimes it is romantic love between humans, sometimes it is a terrified and shy alpaca going up to the vet to ask her to help his friend.