"The French have a saying that to say good-bye is to die a little."If this is true I must be mostly dead.
My life has been a series of goodbyes. I even wrote a post about it last year, The Yellow Wood, in which I put a pretty spin on goodbye.
I understand why old people are ready to go on to the next plane of existence. They're sick and tired of saying goodbye to people one at a time. Better, maybe, to just get it all over with at once and be done with it.
Somebody killed Roland in the Shadowlands. And while I know it's only fiction (and darned good fiction at that) my heart is heavy over what feels like another goodbye. Damn you, Roland.
I want to write emotion like Roland. Like Elliot Grace. Between the two of you I was boo-hooing.
But dang, Roland. Stop killing yourself off. I'm tired of losing friends.
If you want to read "Ghost of a Chance" by Roland D. Yeomans, click Marlene Dietrich's picture. It will take you to Chapter One and you can follow from there.
~Olivia J Herrell