I knew Eva was going to host this mini-challenge again, and I kept telling myself that I should get my act together and decide what I wanted to write about ahead of time so I wouldn't sit here during the read-a-thon crying trying to put something coherent to "paper." But I didn't, and I'm sitting here crying, still not sure what to write about.
I miss Dewey so much. Every day. In a lot of ways. I think the book blogging world has changed a lot without her here. I think she was this sort of anchor, sort of an ideal. Not that she tried to be any such thing. She was just who she was. And who she was was someone very special indeed.
But as much as I miss her in the book blogging community, I miss her infinitely more as Dewey the friend. I miss our e-mail chats. Chats about everything under the sun. From homeschooling (she was always so supportive of me homeschooling Annie, and had great advice as she'd had homeschooled her son for a while) to pregnancy (we both suffered through difficult pregnancies, including both having had preeclampsia). From Thanksgiving turkeys to organic dark chocolate. From house guests to computers. Oh, and of course, books. :) One of the most treasured e-mails I ever received was just about a week before she died...she sent me a link to a slide show of photos she took during a walk through the woods with her husband. I felt as if I was getting a glimpse at her world through her eyes. I promised her we would come see those sights with her in person one day. But of course, that day will never come.
I miss you, Dewey. And I love you.