Saturday, August 08, 2015

Selfish, again.

Mourning is a long, drawn-out, never-ending process.  Well, for me.

This weekend, I had the rare chance to spend a few hours with the father of my friend who died two years ago this month.  He and I are working on a couple of projects, truth be told, are all about making sure my friend doesn't just disappear.

And, as luck would have it, I happened to also have a conversation with a publisher who is expressing what could just be polite interest, but interest none the less.

Which does leave me feeling just a little like my friend would slap me with a herring if he knew what we were up to.

Where is the line between keeping a legacy alive and violating everything someone stood for?

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