What I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself t... moreWhat I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself to continue.
Recently, a very dear friend encourged me with some sage advice. Reminding me of the power of keeping one's promise.
"Try again."
So I did. This time the words came and flowed through my fingers and onto the keyboard.
It's been over five years now, since Pop took his final breath. I only wish I could tell him that I did it... I kept my promise.
I hope that I made him proud.
The book officially goes on sale January 27th. My birthday, ironically. I'd like to think that's a little nod and wink from somewhere beyond the clouds.
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
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