Mondays are for rewrites Had a great weekend. My youngest daughter’s best friend stayed with us Friday and Saturday night. Saturday was a beautiful day so we decided to go to the city. Wicker Park and Downtown. Didn’t realize that Volumes Bookcafe was in Wicker Park, so that was a pleasant surprise. I stopped in with the girls while Alfio scouted the area for locations. I was good and only made one purchase: Sophie Hannah’s, Closed Casket. I wanted something that I could read in bed, something that wasn’t too deep or too dark. That I could put down, nod off and sleep soundly. A cozy mystery. Earlier, we visited an Asian market, 88 Marketplace and then ended up Downtown where we did a lot (ha!) of walking. On our way home I thought of my great-grandmother Maggie. She’d been coming to mind lately. I’ve worked her name into some of my pieces, but for some reason yesterday, I thought of her obituary. She passed away when I was 30. It was a shock. I am embarrassed to say that even at 30, I took her longevity for granted. I honestly thought she would outlive me! Didn't call as much. Wrapped up in life. Until one day I received that call, (hours after the fact) “Maggie’s gone.” I cannot recall who wrote the obit for the program, but I had it in my head that I wanted to rewrite it. I feel like it was too cookie cutter, too basic. Didn’t do my grandma justice. I don’t know if it was hindered by grief or if it was delegated to a third party and I won’t ask. I do know that I will rewrite it. Except for one part and now that I've reread it. I realize, this is enough.
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I hope you publish your rewrite here. I'm certain you'll do a wonderful job!