So the girls saw it on the kitchen counter and were looking at the book today. And Meg said, "who's it dedicated to?" So I showed her the dedication page. She read and thought it was "cool" with the "should, could, would" part--then the absolute glee in her voice as she said, "PAPA KNOWS DAVID COOK?!" and Cam ran over to see for herself, and indeed, there it was, in black and white--you had thanked David Cook! I regretfully told them that this was, alas, not the David Cook from American Idol, and Megan's next words were priceless: "but it's still really cool that Papa wrote a book." Out of the mouths of babes.
Well, it's not a bad review. It's just that I'm not as cool a grandpa as they first imagined.
Ed
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I finished reading WGBYH last night. Over the last few days, I've travelled memory lane -- the good, the bad and the ugly. I smiled, I cried, I chuckled, I felt lonely because I miss my COD family, I rejoiced, I remembered our convergent roads in early 2000--my cancer, your cancer. I queried God as to why I'm cancer-free 8 years later and you're not. I openly wept as I remembered your first Sunday back at COD as though it happened yesterday.
Mostly, I'm grateful for your honesty, your telling of the story of Mary and Martha and Jesus. I will share this book with others who are hurting without reservation because you speak to our hearts, our pain, with realism, with truth, with transparency. No cliches. No pious platitudes. Just truth.
Thank you, Ed. Thank you, Judy. You bring courage to my heart.
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