I enjoy the book trailers that have become so popular. I have definitely been infuenced by them. If I really enjoy the trailer, I'll most likely enjoy the book. It's like getting a real life preview of what's to come. A book cover tells me a little about a book, but a trailer truly gets my attention.
Fractured friendships is exactly how I feel about the loss of my dearest friend about 18 months ago. We were soulmates, prayed together and enjoyed quilting time together every week, those special times with someone you can bear your heart. My granddaughter was born 2 years ago, and my dear friend didn't congratulate me, or send my daughter a card. After my daughter's maternity leave I began to babysit 3 days a week. Best friends share everything.... I thought. I had pictures of my sweet granddaughter around the house, and occasionally posted one on Facebook. No comments... nothing. About 3 months later I received a very hurtful email from my dearest friend. She no longer thought of me as her friend. I was a grandma. She was too. My granddaughter is precious to me. Hers is merely another kid in her life. I'm sad for her that she cannot find the joy in her granddaughter that I find in mine, and sadder yet that I'm not worthy of her friendship anymore. Now I'm alone. My daughters are my friends. Praise God that he placed them in my life. My trust has been broken, but God is my comfort, and my joy comes through my grandchildren, my 21-year-old grandson born to my then 18-year-old daughter, and my 2-year-old granddaughter born to another daughter who waited 13 years for our precious blessing. Thanks, Cynthia. It's healing to purge ourselves occasionally. God bless you in your future writing!
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