|Me and Mom in a Photo Booth, circa 1965|
In this particular story, I am bringing to life a character based on my mother, another on my father, and an older couple based on my grandparents. All of these individuals died years ago, and as I flesh out these characters, it brings a host of emotions. In one way I'm delighted to see them all, and then there's that sadness, that reminder that they're gone. If you've ever had a dream in which your departed loved one appears, then you know the regret that comes the moment you wake up.
By spending time on this novel, I'm prolonging that dream a bit. It's difficult to go on, however, knowing it will have to end. But then, one could easily say the same thing about life. And yet we go on, and do the best we can, in the hopes we leave some kind of legacy for those who come after us.
So, for this reason I will continue to work on the novel, continue to bring them all back to life, in the hopes I'll create something that I can leave behind -- something that will live on, long after I am gone.