April 5th, 2009

It’s seems wrong that I should spending a big chunk of the day thinking of every way possible to promote the next book. It’s too pedestrian to contemplate what I want for dinner or to speculate about what time the cable guy will actually arrive tomorrow. The concerns of my everyday life are too ordinary in comparison to the life my brother lives in prison. I try not to dwell on it, but I know he was raped and severely beaten and the thought of that violent act and his current physical condition as a result haunts me. As I address more envelopes for the launch of the book in Dodge City in June, thoughts of Rick break into my mind and stop me cold. I quickly say a prayer that God would take him now and not let him suffer any longer. It’s amazing how eagerly I wait for news that he’s gone. My brother trusted me to help him and I let him down. Shakespeare wrote, “When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, but in battalions!”