Today would have been my mother's 48th birthday. It's impossible to believe she's gone. I still have moments when I'll think of something and grab my phone and call her...and then I remember.
She (along with my grandmother) was responsible for my love of reading, and encouraged my imagination and writing. My mother was my #1 fan when my 1st book came out, and I wish she could have had the chance to read my 2nd.
But I know their hands are guiding mine as I continue to write, and they will always be my biggest fans.