My sister Melissa loved books. She especially loved over-sized paperbacks with smooth covers that are soft to the touch. Reading was a tactile experience for her. Her favorite author was Elizabeth Berg. She followed "ElizaBerg's" blog, sending me links and keeping me apprised of when a new novel was coming out. Once she drove to Detroit to hear her speak, and bought me a book of short stories, which she waited in line to have signed. I keep it on my bedside table.
Since Missy died two summers ago, I hadn't read any books by Ms. Berg. To be honest, she hadn't even entered my mind. Then, a couple of weeks ago in the library, I was drawn to the B's, and there on the shelf I found Tapestry of Fortunes. I don't remember if Missy had told me about it or not (it was written a year before she died), but I kind of hope that she did. I hope she read it.
It made me fall in love with Elizabeth Berg all over again. She writes about people that I want to know--that I feel like I do know--doing things I want to do. Like most of her books, this one was about friendship and family and love...what else is there? As I was reading it, I felt connected to my sister in a special way. I imagined her reading the book, loving it as I did. Sometimes I would close it, leaving a finger between the pages to keep my place, and I would just think of Missy. I imagined talking to her about Cece and the other characters. And of course, we would talk about Elizabeth Berg.
As I came to the last chapter, I was sad that I would soon be finished. Then there was this...
And now I think of Penny, of the times since she died when I've felt so sure that she was near. It's not always hearing her voice, sometimes it's only a sense of something, as though she has just brushed by me or just left a room I've entered. How much of that is real and how much is just something you want so much you make yourself believe it's true?
I feel like Missy and I read that book together for our special little book club.
11 comments:
Sweet Kate. Nice rememberance
I'm certain Missy was reading right along with you.
Thank you, John. And Sue, I'm sure you're right. Thank you both for reading.
Oh, Kate, this is lovely! I enjoy Elizabeth berg's work, too, though it has been a while since I've read anything of hers. You've made me want to find her again! Thanks!
Thanks, Cindy. For me it was like reconnecting with an old friend.
I have been waiting for you latest story. I was not disappointed. Isn't it amazing how you find things like that book, or that paragraph, hiding in plain sight. And how it has so much meaning after you find it. I loved the story, it made my eyes misty.
I love this, Kate!
Aw, thanks, Rick, and thanks Leslie. Both of your comments mean a lot to me.
Wonderful story, Kate! Connecting with those we've lost with their unique links to literature & places helps keep them close.
Yes, I feel like that is so true, Linda. Thank you so much for reading!
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