I wasn't sure I wanted to write this post. But I will...
My critique partner and friend, Estee Wood, passed away last week. This was harder one me than I thought it would be. We've only ever met in person once, but right away I felt a close connection to her. She has always been an awesome friend and writing critter with so many strengths I'm sure I don't know all of them.
In her last days she didn't even let me know how much she was suffering with her cancer, but she did one final critique for me anyway. I can't express what that means to me, or how much it hurts. I wish I could have been more help to her. I wish I would've gone to visit her one last time whether I was up to it or not. I wish I could've seen her reach her publishing dream before she went. I wish so many things.
But one thing is for certain. Her family was the most important thing to her. No matter how much we dream and want to accomplish, family is what counts most of all as well as other relationships we build around us.
We don't take our achievements with us when we die, unless they are achievements of goodness, virtue, charity. These she had in spades/
I hope I can be as strong as Estee during my trials. She was a trooper.
Love you, Estee.
Until we meet again.