A dream come true…
As I pulled into my driveway, I was thrilled to see three boxes sitting on the front porch. I could barely contain myself. I’d received the Fed Ex tracking number the day before. My books had finally arrived.
This journey began more than 30 years ago when I started writing about the devastation of losing my husband, Larry, the time I spent in a psychiatric hospital, and the love and support that enabled me to persevere.
For three decades I dreamed of bringing hope to people struggling with mental illness and opening doors to resources for support and treatment.
I tore open the box and looked inside. I was speechless. Forty copies of my book, “Where the Water Meets the Sand,” lined up neatly, beautifully. Proof that dreams really can come true.
For an instant, I could hear Larry’s voice in my head, “Girl, you did good. Just as you promised. I knew you would.”