The Peace River Chronicles Book I

Chapter 2

Book I Chapter 2

My darling son, my only child, now that I am gone, it is time for you to know some things. This is not an easy letter for me to write. I should be there with you and just tell you, but I am a coward and have taken these steps to give you this information upon my death.

            Before I get into your heritage, I must tell you how grieved I have been not to be permitted to be a part of my grandsons’ lives. I know it isn’t your fault; yet it hurts. There is nothing to be done about it now, of course, but I implore you to please make their spiritual training a priority. It is the only way to overcome and break the family curse detailed below.

            When you were a wee lad you used to ask me about your da and I always skirted the answer. It was too ugly for a child of tender age to hear. By and by you stopped asking and I never brought it up. But you must know; you must guard against it within your own heart. Though I’ve never seen any signs of it in you, it’s an ugly truth you must know.

            I and my family lived in County Claire in Scotland. It was hard times. There were seven children in our family and Mam died giving birth to my youngest sister. I was the oldest. My father liked his drink and when he drank he wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. There was no denying him. Beatings and humiliation always followed if anyone denied him. When I was thirteen he started wanting me. I don’t know if Mam ever knew. I’d never have the heart to tell her. By then she was frail and still pushed herself to work hard scrubbing floors for others, even while carrying her youngest in her womb.

            When I was nineteen I found myself with child. If I stayed in County Claire I’d have to tell my mother that her husband, my father, was also the father of my child—you, dear Keith. The drink can destroy your soul and make you someone you don’t want to be. My father’s father did the same thing to his oldest daughter. I didn’t want that kind of attention, especially from my da. I wanted him to just be my da. You must guard your own heart and teach your sons not to touch their own daughters when they marry and have families of their own. It’s a family curse and I pray the curse is broken with you.

            You’ve been a good son, and I’ve always been proud of you. I’m glad you married well, though I must admit, I don’t understand why your new family has banished me. What did I ever do to them? I even made Lillith’s wedding gown right down to putting the glamour touches on it with the lace and pearls. She was a lovely bride. May you both be very happy for the rest of your lives.

            Give your heart to the Lord and I’ll see you in heaven one day.

Love,

Mam

Mac crumpled up the letter and threw it across the room. What possible purpose could his mother have had in writing this letter? What was he supposed to do with this information? He paced around the room, stamping and swearing. He couldn’t leave the letter crumpled in the floor. His wife would see it, or one of the boys. Then his in-laws would find out. They already hated him. He would burn it. No. He might need that someday. Where could he hide it?

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Serial Killer II–Writing 101

I lost my mother in 1994. She had had a massive heart attack and three subsequent strokes. Telling her it was okay to let go if that was what was best for her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. My husband and I had planned to re-decorate our son’s old room and make it nice for my mom. I would take care of her. That was the plan after the first stroke. But God had other plans.

My mother and I had not been close for years. Her temper and my lack of understanding kept us off balance with each other. But after my dad died in 1991, my mom began to mellow out. She wasn’t stressed anymore with the care of my dad and trying to keep a job too. She was more relaxed. She missed him, and often cried herself to sleep at night. My family would go to Mom’s house every Friday evening for root beer floats and old movies on TV. I found peace with my mother at last.

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An Unexpected Sunrise

I’m a night owl, or late night bear, whichever wildlife you prefer. I love both animals. But I digress. Last night was one of those typical nights in which I just couldn’t get comfortable. I tossed and turned, thought about my grandkids and their struggles, and tried to ignore aches and pains. At close to 5:30 this morning I gave up and got up. I turned on the pre-set coffee pot, made myself a cup of Red Zinger tea, turned on my computer, and took my husband his coffee and I-pad. As I sat down at my computer and looked out the window, the colors of the dawn began settling on the leaves of the trees. There is nothing quite like the color of dawn gold outlining tree leaves. What a beautiful way to start the day. Hope your is wonderful.