My Writing Family Is Important

Missing you while I was away

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Tragedy struck my family suddenly, and I was away from this writing platform for over a month. I am only now, several months later, beginning to write again, as I have been consumed by both sadness and grief. I have established about a dozen writing friendships with other writers. I look forward to their work and their comments on my work daily.

I missed that interchange of ideas tremendously. I still feel a void from where I was last December and where I am today with my writing. I write to learn about myself. I read other writers to learn about their worlds and lessons from their lives. My favorite writers never disappoint me or fail to add great stories and life lessons to my journey in this world.

My family of writers has been so important to me in recent months. The senseless death of my middle sister last November rocked my world. She died due to an unlicensed driver and reckless actions. The price of her death was a five-hundred dollar fine. That was it. No restrictions. No jail time. No reparations. The incompetent officers at the scene unnecessarily cited the driver at the time. The driver rushed to pay the uncontested ticket, and in Oklahoma law, that closed the case. Nothing further.

I have spent countless sleepless nights since then, going over the accident. Unfortunately…