I’m dedicating today’s blog to my husband, George, who passed away on April 3rd. He was the hero I so often write about in my books and I miss him more than words can say.
Some of you may have noticed that many of the couples in my stories are complete opposites. That’s how it was with George and me. He met at the Immanuel Presbyterian Church in Hollywood and even though we had nothing in common, he proposed on the first date. I thought he was crazy. Never one to give up, he persisted until I finally said yes. Our pastor made us take a premarital compatibility test, which we failed miserably. Based on the low scores, he tried talking us out of marriage. Three kids and six grandchildren George said, “I wonder what would have happened had we passed that test.”
When Bette Midler came out with the song The Wind Beneath My Wings from Beaches in 1988 our daughter Robyn was convinced that her father was the inspiration behind it. There’s no better way to describe him.
He spent his entire life helping and supporting others. He was my right hand man and encouraged me to keep writing during all the years of rejection. A film editor by trade, he never really understood the craziness of the publishing business, but he supported me in every way he could. If any of you reading this won one of my books, you can be sure he wrapped and mailed it. With each new release, he did the Walmart flybys to make sure my books were displayed properly.
Every conference, convention and book signing found him standing in the shadows, directing any glory my way. Every day at four p.m. he banged on a pot. That was his signal for me to quit work and join him. Some days he’d have a cup of tea waiting. He always seemed to sense when I had a bad day of writing. Those were the days a glass of wine greeted me.
My dear sweet husband will be remembered for his kind loving heart, gentle warm spirit, abiding faith and ability to make others laugh. He was truly my hero and the wind beneath my wings.
Tomorrow, April 29th is George’s birthday. In his honor I’m giving away a copy of Calico Spy, a story about a Pinkerton detective working undercover as a Harvey girl. The last trip my husband and I took together was to Vegas. We stopped in Barstow, California so I could check out the old Harvey restaurant which turned out to be the model for the book. While I took notes, he took photos for me. That was the last research trip we took together.