This past Saturday my family and I drove from Austin to Lubbock for my husband’s paternal grandfather’s funeral. Jerry and Henrietta Decker Now, what I personally knew of Grandpa Decker is that he gave big, strong bear hugs every single time I saw him, and that he had a kind smile on his face when he would watch my children – his great-grandchildren – run around and play. What I knew of him from my husband, is that he was a hard-working man who found the time and energy to play with my husband and his siblings when they would come and visit him as children, even after a long day of farming. This hard work I mentioned – Grandpa Decker farmed cotton. It was undeniably hard work and he had a work ethic that has been inherited by his children and his grandchildren. I’ve always said that one of the first traits I was attracted to upon meeting my husband was his drive. My husband is still the most hard-working man I know, but more than that – he is grateful for hi
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.