I'm Too Sentimental

When people tell me that parts of my books have made them cry, I have complete sympathy.

They make me cry, too. 

Then again, they make me laugh – and hearing about others who laugh makes me feel better about laughing at my Characters.

I’m sentimental about that whole lot of Characters, about when and where they lived, about what they stand for in terms of the liberties we take for granted today here in the United States where I live.

Sometimes I just wish I could meet them to shake their hands and tell them, ‘Thank you.’ I reckon that will have to wait until the Roll is Called Up Yonder. 

My Characters are fictional, but they represent real people. I can’t say that enough. And some of them were my ancestors, and maybe yours. 

So I know that When that Roll is Called Up Yonder, my Characters won’t be waiting for me. BUT I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, the people they represent might recognize me and know the respect and admiration I have for them. 

Yes, I’m sentimental.

Hearing the Voices and the Songs that triggered this phenomenal journey I’ve found myself on  . . . I don’t even try to stay the tears from filling, falling, coursing, dropping . . . they’re homage paid to those Voices of today, whose Songs have taken me back and back and back in time to find other Voices, another Song . . . and I wonder . . . did those Voices of the Old Days realize their importance? Do they look at us today and take pride in what they have wrought? Would they be pleased with what we have wrought, in our turn, with the Legacy they lived and died to make sure was ours?

I hope so. 

Some of us are trying really hard to make it so.