My
beloved wife was my harshest critic.
Well, besides me, of course. She
did not have to say a word. For I could
read her face like a book as she was reading one of my literary attempts. She would try to hide her disapproval, and
sometimes I would even pay attention and make changes I had not considered.
It
was different with Little Lost Leon. For
her face clearly displayed delight, and the only disapproval she expressed was
her aggravation over having to wait for me to churn out another chapter. I was desperately trying to complete the fifth
chapter when her time came to go spend all of eternity with our Heavenly Father
in His Kingdom of Heaven as an heir to all that is His in glory. Words cannot express how deeply I regret not finishing the book in time.
I
do not have a good excuse why I did not include this dedication before. I could insist that it was all still too raw,
but it is no less so now. Just chalk it
up to me being an idiot. I do.
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