You know, in a way, I don't want to write this post. Because the last thing I want to do is sound overly dramatic or anything. I first met Dewey when she was planning the very first read-a-thon. And I was immediately drawn to her. How could one not be, right? Over the next year plus, I came to know her as a very dear friend. And I participated in all three read-a-thons. Hell, I lived for Dewey's read-a-thons! Anyone who has read my blog for a while knows that...I don't think I ever did a very good job at hiding my over-the-top giddy joy when it came to the read-a-thons. ;)
I'm so grateful to Nymeth and Trish and WordLily for taking on the job of continuing what Dewey started, and which they were so kind to help Dewey with during the last one. I can only imagine how hard it must be for them. But I hope they know how much their work is appreciated.
Personally, I've gone back and forth and back and forth about whether I even wanted to read this time. On the one hand, I couldn't imagine doing it...and on the other, I couldn't imagine not doing it. Then yesterday, when Rich and Annie got home from school, I told them that the dates had been announced for the next read-a-thon. Annie's eyes immediately welled-up with tears and she said, "Oh but Mom, it just won't be the same." And at that moment, I sort of knew that we should do it. I told Annie that she was right, that it certainly wouldn't be the same. But that Dewey had worked so hard, so unselfishly to put these read-a-thons together to bring everyone else a day of fun, and that I knew in my heart, that she surely wouldn't want us to give up on that because we missed her.
And then Rich said, "So guys, where are we going to go this time?" And at that moment it slammed me upside the head that the gifts Dewey had given me were even more numerous than I'd realized. Without even counting the wonderful gift of her friendship, with the read-a-thon alone she'd bestowed upon me so much. Of course, there were the actual read-a-thon days filled with 24 glorious hours lost amid the pages. And Annie joined me for the last two read-a-thons, so there was that wonderful added bonus of mommy-daughter bonding in such a fun way. And it turns out it was a gift for my guys, too...who have turned the read-a-thon weekends into special daddy-sons events. And then throw in the incredible gift of friendships first made through the read-a-thon...for instance, that's were I first met (and marveled at!) the sweet Eva, whose friendship I absolutely cherish. So, while Annie was right about it not being the same, I've decided it would be wrong of me to throw Dewey's wonderful gifts away. So yes, I think we will be reading again.
Again, let me apologize if I'm being too personal here. But I know I'm not alone in still missing Dewey so much it physically hurts. And I'm just not going to pretend I don't.
So...who else is reading???
A blog has been set up for the appropriately named Dewey's Read-a-Thon. They've got tons of info available over there. But first thing everyone should do...clear your calendar for the weekend of April 18/19.