My stepmother died Sunday night after a six-and-a-half year battle against non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. She was a great lady–wonderful in her imperfections. I miss her a lot. I may write more on this when I’m a little further from the event. Right now it’s a bit raw.
I’m not changing my plans with respect to Bouchercon or the launch or the book signings. Because she’d come back and kick my ass if I did.
Goodnight, Ellen Williams: free at last.