I guess that once you get towards the end, you start to think about the beginning. You start to look at how you got to this point, this moment. I guess when you get close to the end, you start to think of every moment that has passed. But we will stop right there and go no farther, because this is not the end just yet. Yet, I have been thinking, even dreaming about the end. About when we reach Fin, what I will say– if I will say anything– or just let it be. I have been thinking about what will unfold as the end becomes reality. Still, I have been trying not to think about it to much, so that reality will match the expectations I have for what will happen in the end.
But I can tell you this. The two photos I have seen of the art that is going in to the book are amazing. I will even give you a sneak peak:
And, yes, those are hand drawn pictures, made just for this book, by Sarah’s brother Jim. Yes, I am in love with them, and I know that Sarah would be so excited to have them in the book and for them to be a part of this book.
I can also tell you this, that I will be making a trip back home for the single purpose to see book in its final stage before it is printed. Yes, Jim and I will be looking over the book together since the final edits are days away from finishing and we will preview the book together. From there we will be printing the first copy and then kicking off the fundraiser to sell the book and raise money to build a well in Sarah’s name. Still there are a few other parts of this that need to happen, but the main and most important thing is that the book, A YEAR OF ADVENTURES, MY DEAR will be done! Not just done, but it will be in my hands. I finally will be able to hold it, to thumb the pages that hold much more then pictures, words, and ink. But hold something so much more, something so much bigger then myself.
The hard part now is waiting till Friday to see the book. The waiting to see what two years of heartache, beautiful moments, and long hours looks like. While I wait for that day to come this week, Jim wants me to write an epilogue for the end of the book. An epilogue, the after words of the project, the thing that will be a closing to this whole journey… but how do you write that? How do you write the ending to a journey that is not done yet? There is even part of me that is not ready to write it. But it looks as if it is time to try; it looks as if tonight is the night to write the final words. Words that will be read, as the final page of the book is turn and closed after the owner of it has looked through the whole thing.
The reality is, Fin is almost here and I must get ready to greet its arrival, so that it is one of joy, happiness, love, and a bit of sorrow and with that I leave you to start my final words. I can’t wait for us to read them, for us to hold this book, for us to build a well in the name of an amazing woman that has help shape me into who I was, and who I am