Good evening. Tuesday blog. April, this month is also the 3rd anniversary of us moving into moms house, my childhood home. I’ll back up a bit. As Denny’s illness progressed, putting him in a wheelchair was very hard on both of us emotionally. But also, physically on me! We were becoming prisoners in our own home. The neighborhood was getting bad also! So, 3 years this month after 40 years in the city! What was hard, packing 40 years from a 5 bedroom home to a 2 bedroom home. Now, a house is nothing, no matter how old, a structure of nothing that has feelings! Take 2 people, in love of course, a 5 year old boy and me, 8 months pregnant! Two more daughters every other weekend. August of 1978. The start of making 40 years of memories. So today as I think back over the years, it’s not the wallpaper, or the whole new bathroom, that made me feel like I was at a Holiday Inn, our favorite hotel. It’s the holidays, adding more family every year, birthdays, swim parties with grandchildren. I will never forget hide and seek. So many places to hide in that big, old house. The house was sold, but never the memories. So, moving in April 2018, we had Easter at my sisters. I was overwhelmed with emotion, love, and appreciation. My mind was flooded. Easter night 3 years ago, I wrote my first poem about family. Almost every evening, I wrote 1 or 2 poems. My mind flooded with memories. I couldn’t get it on paper fast enough, 101 poems. Each one I wrote I read out loud to mom and Denny, bringing tears to our eyes. All about our life together, and everything that touched us, good and bad. Different people started mentioning a book. I sent my manuscript to a company from Facebook. My book was accepted. I didn’t have the money to publish it. It has been sitting for 2 years. They reached out to me, I have a new contract on the way. My book, Marilyn’s Heart, is going to be published. A popular singer in our area told me, just keep telling your story, someone will hear you. I am all kinds of excited! God is in all of my poetry and how He carried Denny and I through the fires of life. Prayers please. As exciting as this is, it is still a big undertaking. I wrote 2 poems after Denny passed. They want both for the end of the book! This book is for Denny and the life we shared! Good night. God bless.❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️
Marilyn’s Heart 