I have been working on a book to my father, really the most important book I have ever written, non-fiction, and I have sent it to my editor and a few others, including the men I introduc to my father , the men he never met who are so imporatnt to my life, my son, and the man I love.
My father died in 1980, and had no way of knowing my son who was not born until 1991.
I now know real love; I fell in love with my frend, I have known him 30 years, our story remains ongoing. I will say more after I know their reactions to the manuscript.
My grandfahther and my father:
For now, I feel a sense of completion. I never imagined myself writing such books about love, and, of course, about the same man, Thomas Robert Higginson.
That’s it for this update!