My mother passed away on February 17th. My brother, sister, daughter and I were at her bedside. She'd had a pretty rough five months since the emergency surgery back in September. She's not suffering any longer, and that's comforting to know.
But that comfort doesn't take away my pain. I'm trying to adjust to my new normal. A world without my mother. A world without BK Reeves.
My mother was published by Walker and Avon back in the nineties. Writing was her passion. She lived and breathed writing. She loved being an author. And she loved teaching the craft of writing. She had many students throughout the years, and she could always remember the plots of each of their stories. It was truly amazing.