Dear Rita Mae Brown,
I finished Sudden
Death. So far, every Rita Mae Brown book I’ve read has had its own
flavor. They are set in various times, a multitude of places, with a variety of
characters. I wholeheartedly agree with
this reviewer on Sudden Death:
“Romantic fiction with a
vengeance.” –The Denver Post
I suppose when I get to the
mystery series’ there will be less variety, with repeating characters, locales
and all. Yet, I know there will be interesting and surprising elements. I’ve
learned it is simply your way.
Your words flow well,
although certain ones stand out. I can’t name them all or this letter would go
on indefinitely. This from Sudden Death struck me as profound
“Harriet fought off a throbbing headache and wondered what happens when a
little lie becomes a reality or when reality becomes a lie.”
Another paragraph in Sudden
Death that resonates is the conversation Harriet has with Ricky, about
love outliving our lives, bringing us together in an afterlife and God
strengthening it. Harriet asks if this is a foolish dream, if there is ever a
time that we are bound by more than scar tissue. She wants to believe that such
a love can come to pass, if not here on earth, then in heaven.
I believe it must, both in
heaven and in future lives, in whatever forms future lives may takes. This is
what all love is based on, an everlasting essence. Once a connection is made,
once a love is realized, it exists, forever.
The logistics are near
impossible to work out in the here and now. We humans are the epitome of
imperfection. We are here too short a time, young to much of our existence and
ultimately still lacking wisdom when all is said and done. We curse one
another, sabotage ourselves and hurt those nearest the most. Yet we continually
work to do better, be better, love better.
We are evolutionary
creatures and if this is as far as we can go, would we still be trying so hard?
I believe that we all reach
for something more, because someplace deep within ourselves, we know there is
something more. There is something beyond the here and now, something we are
tied to, something we contribute to daily, with each embrace, every action,
every thought. What lay beyond this is an extension of us and we are an
extension of all that came before, of the selves we were before we became who
we are, of those we have known, those we have loved…and those that we will
love, those whose path we will cross.
We are one, constantly in
search of proof confirming the connection, struggling to see the pattern and
our place in the weave, guiding our lives through time as best we can. Yes…our
love outlives our lives.
Yours truly,
Loraine
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