I finished my third book in the "Voyage of Drift Away" series, based on this blog. It has been a struggle for me.
If you followed all 600+ posts in the blog, there is little need to buy any of the books. But if you do, mail them to me (email me for my mailing address) and I'll sign them and mail them back to you.
But this morning, I happened to think that you regular blog followers wouldn't have the chance to read the final chapter of the last book, so I decided to publish it here for you so you won't miss anything.
Here you go.
Epilogue: Life laughs at your plans
Did you ever have a sad day? A day where you just want to shut the
world out, and sit in your room with the curtains drawn? That is me
today, as I write this.
While editing the final version of this book, I came across this.
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Pam and I never had a plan nor a schedule. When we left
Connecticut on
Drift Away in
September of 2011. We intended to wander south as our mood and
circumstances dictated, which we more or less did. However, returning
to upstate New York, ten acres of land in the Adirondack Park fell
into our laps, just like
Drift Away did a couple of years ago.
The land is all wooded except for a road that was put in by the
previous owner. We intend to build a house, garage, and barn (for
horses) after clearing the land to see the view of Shaker Mountain.
As much as I dislike snow, now that I'm retired, I can envision
myself sitting in front of a big ol' stone fireplace with a hot cup
of coffee and watching the snow gently fall. Gertie is curled up on
the hearth, and Chevy and Ruby on the oval rug in front of the fire.
There is nothing but silence. Well, nothing but silence now that Pam
has finished plowing and shoveling, mucking stalls, cooked my
breakfast of bacon and eggs and home fries, and got herself off to
her job. Life is good.
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That last part about Pamela was humor.
I was wistfully thinking of our future back in 2012. It was not to
be.
We had bought the ten acres of land in the Adirondack Mountains of
upstate New York. And we were going great guns. The driveway was
finished, the land cleared, the well drilled, and a couple of
outbuildings built. Then I had an accident. A tree hit me on the
head and broke my neck and gave me a very severe concussion. Life
changed. Not for the better.
I was no longer capable of building anything. Those plans had to
be scrapped.
Drift Away had
sold. Pamela and I bought an RV and became classic snowbirds. But
then the yearly commute to Florida and back became too much for me.
We had a choice to make. New York or Florida. We chose Florida,
where Pamela's mom, daughter and grandson lived.
I started writing books. Pamela worked
at horse ranches. Something deep inside changed. Our lives were no
longer what they were. Of course.
I'll spare you the personal stuff.
Today, my Ruby, my buddy Chevy, and little Dirty Gertie have crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Pamela left, taking Olivia with her and another dog we took from a drug dealer, Penelope.
It's funny how life changes, eh? I had the world by the tail for a
time. No longer.
The light of my life went out. My joie de vivre, my joy of life,
was gone.
This book was hard for me to read and edit. I wrote the first
draft two years ago. I had to set it aside. I couldn't finish it.
It was too sad for me. Too emotional.
But I realized that to heal, I had to finish it. I hope that with
this blog and book, I have touched you in some way. Perhaps even
made you evaluate your own life. I needed to share the joy I had
found with you all.
So my final words, in my final writings of this “Voyage of Drift
Away” series, is that you never know what life holds for you. Grab
life by the tail. I realized life could be fleeting and I lived it
as best I could, with the loves of my life. I'm so glad I did. No
one can take away my memories. Memories that I've now shared with
you.
I will leave you with some of my favorite
quotes.
“Twenty years from now you will be more
disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did
do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch
the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- attributed to Mark Twain.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly fly the years.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and
d tears.
- composer Jerry Bock and lyricist Sheldon Harnick.
And finally, for Drift Away
Thanks for the joy that you've given
me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme
and harmony
You helped me along
makin' me strong
Oh,
give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your
rock and roll
and drift away...
- songwriters Jerry Lynn Williams
