Saturday, August 26, 2023

A Week Apart


One day in the afternoon, I received a phone call from my niece. My sister, Mary, the mother of my niece, was dying, and my niece suggested I come to the hospital if I wanted to say goodbye.

Mary is the third oldest in my family, and had several health issues. For the past six years, she had been fighting to hang onto life. As of late, she was on oxygen 24/7, and her lung capacity was at about 20%, a little more, perhaps. She was 83. I had already lost three sisters, two to brain aneurysms, and one to Lewy body dementia. My dad died of a Parkinson-like condition in his sixties, and my mom lived to age 99, and died of old age. My son, Wil, was shot and killed in 2014 at the age of 28.

As a principal, I had two girls die in a car crash, hit by a train. We held a memorial service for them in the gym, the same place where they would have graduated from a few short months later. I had a student, David, die of a cancerous brain tumor. We celebrated his senior graduation early, just so he and his family could say he graduated. That was David’s wish, and I was compelled to make that happen. His sister tucked a picture of David inside her grad cap a year or two after he passed away, because she wanted David to witness her graduation. As a counselor, I was present when two boys were shot on our campus at lunchtime. Both lived, fortunately.

As I’ve said, I’ve been around death, and like Brian in my novels, especially in Betrayed and in Fan Mail, I’m not afraid of it, of death. Like Brian in my novels, I am more concerned about the family and friends, loved ones, who are left behind.

Mary had a DNR order in place, so there weren’t any medical actions taken to prolong her life, but only to make her comfortable. She had been sedated, but recognized me when I came into her room, and later, recognized my wife, Kim, when she got there. It was brief, a sort of smile, but eye contact was made. Several days later, at about 2:20 in the morning, she passed away peacefully.

The following Monday, a week later, I had to babysit my new grandson, Mason. His dad, my son-in-law, had meetings to attend in Pittsburgh, and Mason’s mother, my daughter, Hannah, had in-service to get ready for her school year. Kim would have been with me, but she was already teaching. So during the day, it was just Mason and me.

I think Mason was about 6 weeks old, and all of about six pounds. A pretty easy kiddo to take care of. But he had his moments. Like his mom, who had her “witching hour” each day around four in the afternoon during her infancy, Mason had his, too. I worked with him and tried to find the “cure” so he (and I) would be relaxed and at peace. Just like his mom, there were some days Mason just wanted to be held and nothing else would suffice. Oh darn, he said facetiously! How could I turn down holding my infant grandson?

As I held him, I would marvel at his tiny hands, his even tinier fingers. I marveled at the shape of his ears, the deep blue of his eyes. I wondered what he would grow up to become: a businessman like his dad? A teacher like his mom? I wondered what his interests would be: football and reading and music like his parents? I wondered how many times his heart would be broken before he found his true love.

And as I approach the age of 70 this coming November, I wondered how much of his life I would get to witness before my own death. I wondered just how much he would remember of me, and what he would think of me before I passed away.   

Just one week apart, my sister’s death, and my grandson’s care. Two opposite ends of the life cycle. One life ending, and one life beginning.

We’ve all been there, you and I. We are a sometimes silent witness to the life cycle. Some births are more dear to us, just as some deaths hurt us more than others. It’s bound to, isn’t it?

All dads and all moms wonder and worry about their kids, just as they wonder and worry about their own brothers and sisters, their own parents. We’ve been there, haven’t we?

We never know when. Never. Sometimes, suddenly and unexpectedly, like with my son. Sometimes lingering and expected, waiting for it to happen, like with my sister. Both hurt. Both hurt deeply.

I guess the answer, if there is an answer, is to love all we can, whenever we can, in each moment we can. We need to make sure those who are special to us, near to us, dear to us, know just how special and dear they are to us. Don’t ever leave it unsaid. Don’t remain silent. Say it, show it, mean it. We need to- for our sake as much as our loved one’s sake. We owe it to them and to ourselves. Something to think about …

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My Books in order from Newest to Oldest:

Fan Mail: A Maxy Award Finalist, an Eric Hoffer Award Nominee, and a Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner!  

A barrage of threatening letters, a car bomb, and a heart attack rip apart what was once a close-knit family of adopted brothers. Randy and Bobby, along with fellow band member and best friend, Danny, receive fan mail that turns menacing. They ignore it, but to their detriment. The sender turns up the heat. Violence upends their world. It rocks the relationship between the boys and ripples through their family, nearly killing their dad. 

As these boys turn on each other, adopted brother Brian flashes back to that event in Arizona where he nearly lost his life saving his brothers. The scars on his face and arms healed, but not his heart.   

Would he once again have to put himself in harm’s way to save them? And if faced with that choice, will he? https://amzn.to/3eNgSdS

Betrayed: Two Top Shelf Awards: 1st Place Fiction-Mystery; and Runner-Up Fiction-Crime; A PenCraft 1st Place Winner for Thriller-Fiction! A Maxy Award Runner-Up for Mystery/Suspense! A Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read Award Winner! A Reader’s Favorite Honorable Mention Award Winner for Fiction-Crime-Mystery!

Betrayed is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://amzn.to/3AfUUpS 

A late-night phone call, a missing kid, a murdered family, but no one is talking. A promise is made and kept, but it could mean the death of a fifteen-year-old boy. Greed can be all-consuming, and seeing is not believing. No one can be trusted, and the hunters become the hunted. https://amzn.to/2EKHudx

Blaze In, Blaze Out: Best Action Crime Thriller of 2022 by Best Thrillers! A Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Readers’ Favorite Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read! A BestThriller’s Editor’s Pick!

Blaze In, Blaze Out is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://www.audible.com/acx-promo\

Eiselmann and O’Connor thought the conviction of Dmitry Andruko, the head of a Ukrainian crime family, meant the end. It was only the beginning. They forgot that revenge knows no boundaries, vindictiveness knows no restraints, and ruthlessness never worries about collateral damage. Andruko hired contract killers to go after and kill O’Connor and Eiselmann.

The killers can be anyone and be anywhere. They can strike at any time. They care nothing of collateral damage. Andruko believes a target is a target, and in the end, the target must die. https://amzn.to/34lNllP 

Caught in a Web: A PenCraft Literary Award Winner! Named “One of the Best Thrillers of 2018!” by BestThrillers.com 

Caught in a Web is also available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! http://bit.ly/2WO3kka

They found the bodies of high school and middle school kids dead from an overdose of heroin and fentanyl. A violent gang, MS-13, controls the drug trade along the I-94 and I-43 corridors. They send Ricardo Fuentes to find out who is cutting in on their business, shut it down and teach them a lesson. But he has an ulterior motive: find and kill a fifteen-year-old boy, George Tokay. 

Detectives Jamie Graff, Pat O’Connor and Paul Eiselmann race to find the source of the drugs, shut down the ring, and find Fuentes before he kills anyone else. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CKF7696  

Spiral Into Darkness: Named a Recommended Read in the Author Shout Reader Awards!

Would you recognize a serial killer if one spoke to you? Vincent and Shirley didn’t, and now they’re dead!

He blends in, is successful, intelligent, and methodical. So far, he has murdered eight people. There is no discernible pattern, no clues, and no leads. The only thing the FBI and local police have to go on is the method of death: two bullets to the face- gruesome and meant to send a message. But it’s difficult to understand any message coming from a dark and damaged mind. Two adopted boys, struggling in their own world, do not know they are the next targets, and neither does their family or local law enforcement. https://amzn.to/2RBWvTm 
 
The Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:

FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they live in separate parts of the country, the lives of Kelliher, 11-year-old Brett McGovern, and 11-year-old George Tokay are separate pieces of a puzzle. The two boys become interwoven with the same thread Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their futures grow dark as each search for a way out. https://amzn.to/34nXBH5  

Book One, Stolen Lives: Editor’s Pick by BestThrillers! Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Crime Thriller finalist in the 2021 Best Thriller Book Awards!

Two thirteen-year-old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they will end up like the other kids they found- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. To make the investigation that much tougher, Kelliher suspects that one of his team members might be involved. https://amzn.to/3oMo4qZ   

Book Two of the Lives Trilogy, Shattered Lives:

The boys are home, but now they have to fit back in with their families and friends. Their parents and the FBI thought the boys were safe. They were until people began dying. Now the hunt is on for six dangerous and desperate men who vow revenge. With no leads and nothing to go on, the FBI can only sit back and wait. A dangerous game that threatens not only the boys, but their families. https://amzn.to/2RAYIk2 
 
Book Three of the Lives Trilogy, Splintered Lives:

Three dangerous men with nothing to lose offer a handsome reward to anyone willing to kill fourteen-year-old Brett McGovern. He does not know that he, his younger brother, and a friend are targets. More than anyone, these three men vow to kill George, whom they blame for forcing them to run and hide. A fun vacation turns into a nightmare and ends where it started, back on the Navajo Nation Reservation, high on a mesa held sacred by George and his grandfather. Outnumbered and outgunned, George will make the ultimate sacrifice to protect his adoptive father and his adoptive brothers- but can he? Without knowing who these men are? Or where they are? Without knowing whom to trust? Is he prepared for betrayal that leads to his heartbreak and death? http://bit.ly/SplinteredLives   

Photos courtesy of Unknown

 

 

Thursday, August 10, 2023

Like Popcorn


 I dug this one out from 2019, and I thought with school starting for many, this is a great reminder for parents and teachers, and for anyone working with kids.

Kim and I have two daughters, Hannah and Emily. They are so much alike, but they are also so different from each other. One is a bit more reserved than the other. One likes to organize and plan down to the moment, while the other can plan if she wants to, but is more apt to roll with it.

Way back, I remember Hannah taking her first steps. Kim and I were at a friend’s house. Bret and I were in the living room eating pizza, when Hannah stood up on wobbly legs and walked across the room. I remember sitting there stunned. Kim and I expected it. We knew it would happen. We just didn’t know when it would occur. Then all of a sudden, it happened.

For the life of me, I cannot remember Emily’s first steps. I remember the “cruising” portion of her life where she would use a couch or a chair for support as she moved. Often, she would do this when tired. She would cruise in my direction, climb up on my lap and fall asleep. Kim and I would joke that I was Em’s teddy bear.

Same thing with reading. When we were potty-training Hannah, we’d sit her on her own “throne” and read a book to her. One day, we found Hannah’s teddy bear sitting on the “throne” and she was reading a book to it. We have the picture of her doing this. Both of us laughed, thinking that it wasn’t exactly what we had in mind, but oh well.

In Kindergarten, the teacher thought Emily had a reading problem. Weird. Kim and I never noticed that. She read early and often to be exact, so we didn’t know what she meant. I remember a time when she sat in her corner of the couch (think Sheldon Cooper on “Big Bang”). Hannah went into the kitchen, walked into the family room stopped in mid-step and stared at Emily. She said, “Emily, what’s wrong with your eyes?”

Emily was reading so fast that her eyes rocketed from side to side. In fact, Emily was so engrossed in her book that at first, she didn’t hear Hannah. I still think about that and chuckle. In 9th grade, Emily used post-it notes to organize “All Quiet On the Western Front” so she could better discuss it in class. The planner and organizer of the two.

Same kind of thing happened between my brother, Jim, and me. Jim is four years older than I am. In high school, he struggled mightily. He just didn’t “do school” well. Tried college and a tech school with pretty much the same result. Enlists in the Air Force, does a stint in Vietnam, comes back, goes to college and graduates with honors with a double-major in Art and Architecture. Ended up teaching business classes at a community college.

I breezed through high school. I think because I did, I ended up struggling in college. I never had to study, so I ended up not knowing how to study. It wasn’t until grad school that it “clicked” for me.

Kids are like popcorn.

Each kernel sits in the same pot. Same heat. Same oil. But they don’t pop at the same time. Some might pop only partially, while others might not pop at all.

And I think each of us are like popcorn. Why shouldn’t we be? We develop at our own pace and in our own time. Some of us “pop” quickly, while there are those of us who “pop” slowly and over time. That’s okay. For kids. For us. Kids . . . we . . . will get it eventually. We all do. Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

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In the coming weeks, I will have a true author website up and running. You can find it at the above location. https://www.jrlewisauthor.com 

Betrayed: Two Top Shelf Awards: 1st Place Fiction-Mystery; and Runner-Up Fiction-Crime; A PenCraft 1st Place Winner for Thriller-Fiction! A Maxy Award Runner-Up for Mystery/Suspense! A Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read Award Winner! A Reader’s Favorite Honorable Mention Award Winner for Fiction-Crime-Mystery!

Betrayed is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://amzn.to/3AfUUpS 

A late-night phone call, a missing kid, a murdered family, but no one is talking. A promise is made and kept, but it could mean the death of a fifteen-year-old boy. Greed can be all-consuming, and seeing is not believing. No one can be trusted, and the hunters become the hunted. https://amzn.to/2EKHudx

Fan Mail: New Release! A Maxy Award Finalist, an Eric Hoffer Award Nominee, and a Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner!  

A barrage of threatening letters, a car bomb, and a heart attack rip apart what was once a close-knit family of adopted brothers. Randy and Bobby, along with fellow band member and best friend, Danny, receive fan mail that turns menacing. They ignore it, but to their detriment. The sender turns up the heat. Violence upends their world. It rocks the relationship between the boys and ripples through their family, nearly killing their dad. 

As these boys turn on each other, adopted brother Brian flashes back to that event in Arizona where he nearly lost his life saving his brothers. The scars on his face and arms healed, but not his heart.   

Would he once again have to put himself in harm’s way to save them? And if faced with that choice, will he? https://amzn.to/3eNgSdS 

Blaze In, Blaze Out: Best Action Crime Thriller of 2022 by Best Thrillers! A Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Readers’ Favorite Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read! A BestThriller’s Editor’s Pick!

Blaze In, Blaze Out is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://www.audible.com/acx-promo\

Eiselmann and O’Connor thought the conviction of Dmitry Andruko, the head of a Ukrainian crime family, meant the end. It was only the beginning. They forgot that revenge knows no boundaries, vindictiveness knows no restraints, and ruthlessness never worries about collateral damage. Andruko hired contract killers to go after and kill O’Connor and Eiselmann.

The killers can be anyone and be anywhere. They can strike at any time. They care nothing of collateral damage. Andruko believes a target is a target, and in the end, the target must die. https://amzn.to/34lNllP 

Caught in a Web: A PenCraft Literary Award Winner! Named “One of the Best Thrillers of 2018!” by BestThrillers.com 

Caught in a Web is also available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! http://bit.ly/2WO3kka

They found the bodies of high school and middle school kids dead from an overdose of heroin and fentanyl. A violent gang, MS-13, controls the drug trade along the I-94 and I-43 corridors. They send Ricardo Fuentes to find out who is cutting in on their business, shut it down and teach them a lesson. But he has an ulterior motive: find and kill a fifteen-year-old boy, George Tokay. 

Detectives Jamie Graff, Pat O’Connor and Paul Eiselmann race to find the source of the drugs, shut down the ring, and find Fuentes before he kills anyone else. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CKF7696  

Spiral Into Darkness: Named a Recommended Read in the Author Shout Reader Awards!

Would you recognize a serial killer if one spoke to you? Vincent and Shirley didn’t, and now they’re dead!

He blends in, is successful, intelligent, and methodical. So far, he has murdered eight people. There is no discernible pattern, no clues, and no leads. The only thing the FBI and local police have to go on is the method of death: two bullets to the face- gruesome and meant to send a message. But it’s difficult to understand any message coming from a dark and damaged mind. Two adopted boys, struggling in their own world, do not know they are the next targets, and neither does their family or local law enforcement. https://amzn.to/2RBWvTm 
 
The Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:

FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they live in separate parts of the country, the lives of Kelliher, 11-year-old Brett McGovern, and 11-year-old George Tokay are separate pieces of a puzzle. The two boys become interwoven with the same thread Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their futures grow dark as each search for a way out. https://amzn.to/34nXBH5  

Book One, Stolen Lives: Editor’s Pick by BestThrillers! Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Crime Thriller finalist in the 2021 Best Thriller Book Awards!

Two thirteen-year-old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they will end up like the other kids they found- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. To make the investigation that much tougher, Kelliher suspects that one of his team members might be involved. https://amzn.to/3oMo4qZ   

Book Two of the Lives Trilogy, Shattered Lives:

The boys are home, but now they have to fit back in with their families and friends. Their parents and the FBI thought the boys were safe. They were until people began dying. Now the hunt is on for six dangerous and desperate men who vow revenge. With no leads and nothing to go on, the FBI can only sit back and wait. A dangerous game that threatens not only the boys, but their families. https://amzn.to/2RAYIk2 
 
Book Three of the Lives Trilogy, Splintered Lives:

Three dangerous men with nothing to lose offer a handsome reward to anyone willing to kill fourteen-year-old Brett McGovern. He does not know that he, his younger brother, and a friend are targets. More than anyone, these three men vow to kill George, whom they blame for forcing them to run and hide. A fun vacation turns into a nightmare and ends where it started, back on the Navajo Nation Reservation, high on a mesa held sacred by George and his grandfather. Outnumbered and outgunned, George will make the ultimate sacrifice to protect his adoptive father and his adoptive brothers- but can he? Without knowing who these men are? Or where they are? Without knowing whom to trust? Is he prepared for betrayal that leads to his heartbreak and death? http://bit.ly/SplinteredLives   

Photos courtesy of Unknown

Thursday, July 27, 2023

It's Beginning Again


 Each year at this time, teachers are called in for multiple meetings, and to get their classrooms in shape and ready for the kids, and administrators, who have been on duty all summer unless they take vacation days, are panicking to get the school ready. And for the first time in 47 years, I do not fall into any category I just listed, because for the first time after 47 years, I am retired.

It’s kind of scary when I think about it. I mean, aside from the financial hit Kim and I will take, I don’t have much to do. I will substitute here and there, but nothing permanent and nothing that calls me to “be there” each day for the next 180 or 220 days (depending upon which contract you’re looking at). Nothing.

I will take care of the house and the dogs. I will write like crazy (on the backside of book #10 as I write this), post in my two blogs, and do some reading and cooking. But when you put that all together, it’s quite a bit of solitary and solo time for me. Kim will be at her school for the next three years until she retires. Hannah will be at her school, while Alex (her husband) works from home and a nanny takes care of their newborn, Mason. Emily will continue working at her nonprofit with adults in or who have suffered trauma, while her fiancé, Q, starts year two of his teaching and coaching career.

I still haven’t come to grips with all of it. This summer is the first summer I did absolutely nothing with or about school. The FIRST SUMMER in 47 years. Astonishing, when you think about that. I lasted longer than I honestly thought I would.

I will miss working with the kids the most. Yes, some gave me a hard time, but there were many, many more who made my life as an educator special. I will miss the many administrators I’ve rubbed elbows with over the years. I will miss the hundreds of teachers and support staff I’ve worked with all these years. And those of you reading this know who I’m talking about. You’ve put a smile on my face more than once or twice. You kept me going all these years. 

When I look back on my career, I know there were better teachers and coaches than I was. I know there were many teachers and counselors better than me, and I know there were many administrators better than I was. But I can look back and say I didn’t do too badly either. I think my best role was that of counselor. It made me the happiest and if I had a do over, it would be to remain as a counselor. I got to work directly with kids and their parents. I missed that when I went to administration. The kids. 

If I could impart a bit of wisdom for any teacher, counselor, administrator, or staff member as you enter this new school year, it would be to give kids the benefit of the doubt. They are scared and tender and loving- even behind the hard shell, even behind the sneer and the nonchalance and uncaring attitude they project. You can be strict and hold high standards all you want, but kids will respond to you only if they know you are fair and you care. They are doing the best they can and know how to do. Some are inept. Some will push you to the limits, and some will hurt your heart and soul. But if you think about it, they are kids and they will make mistakes. 

Parents? 

No kid ever came with a “how to” manual. Kids are not born with a set of directions. Parents will only raise their kids as they themselves were raised. One can only do what they know how to do. You can help break the cycle in time, eventually. Many times you will make a difference in a kid’s life, but you won’t ever know about it. That is, unless you’re lucky, and the kid hooks up with you at some point down the road and lets you know you made a difference. But unless they do, you have to believe that your words, your lack of words, your actions and the lack of a provoked reaction make and made a difference in a kid’s life. Give them a chance. They, and their parents, are doing the best they can. 

And give yourself a break too. You are doing the best you can. And please, please remember you aren’t teaching math or English, or any world language. You aren’t teaching science, and you’re not teaching PE. You are teaching kids. You are reaching their hearts and their souls much more than you will ever reach their head. You will never teach them math or science or any subject unless a kid knows you care about them and you are fair and honest and sincere. They are as vulnerable as you are. And you are really vulnerable. I know that. I’ve been there in each role I assumed.

Take it, or not, from this old guy who used to be … 

I wasn’t ever, ever perfect, and I made many more mistakes than you will ever make simply because I had more time to make them. But I also had my share of successes, just as you will. You’ve chosen the best profession in the world. Doctors help heal, and lawyers attempt to create justice in an unjust world. But it is you, just as it was me, who taught them. Something to think about …

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

To My Readers:

Connect with me on Social Media:

Website athttps://www.jrlewisauthor.blog 

Facebook athttps://www.facebook.com/Joseph.Lewis.Author

Instagram athttps://www.Instagram.com/joseph.lewis.author

Amazon athttp://www.amazon.com/Joseph-Lewis/e/B01FWB9AOI / 

In the coming weeks, I will have a true author website up and running. Stay tuned and I’ll keep you posted.

Betrayed: Two Top Shelf Awards: 1st Place Fiction-Mystery; and Runner-Up Fiction-Crime; A PenCraft 1st Place Winner for Thriller-Fiction! A Maxy Award Runner-Up for Mystery/Suspense! A Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read Award Winner! A Reader’s Favorite Honorable Mention Award Winner for Fiction-Crime-Mystery!

Betrayed is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://amzn.to/3AfUUpS 

A late-night phone call, a missing kid, a murdered family, but no one is talking. A promise is made and kept, but it could mean the death of a fifteen-year-old boy. Greed can be all-consuming, and seeing is not believing. No one can be trusted, and the hunters become the hunted. https://amzn.to/2EKHudx

Fan Mail: New Release! A Maxy Award Finalist, an Eric Hoffer Award Nominee, and a Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner!  

A barrage of threatening letters, a car bomb, and a heart attack rip apart what was once a close-knit family of adopted brothers. Randy and Bobby, along with fellow band member and best friend, Danny, receive fan mail that turns menacing. They ignore it, but to their detriment. The sender turns up the heat. Violence upends their world. It rocks the relationship between the boys and ripples through their family, nearly killing their dad. 

As these boys turn on each other, adopted brother Brian flashes back to that event in Arizona where he nearly lost his life saving his brothers. The scars on his face and arms healed, but not his heart.   

Would he once again have to put himself in harm’s way to save them? And if faced with that choice, will he? https://amzn.to/3eNgSdS 

Blaze In, Blaze Out: Best Action Crime Thriller of 2022 by Best Thrillers! A Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Readers’ Favorite Award Winner! A Reader’s Ready Recommended Read! A BestThriller’s Editor’s Pick!

Blaze In, Blaze Out is Now Available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! https://www.audible.com/acx-promo\

Eiselmann and O’Connor thought the conviction of Dmitry Andruko, the head of a Ukrainian crime family, meant the end. It was only the beginning. They forgot that revenge knows no boundaries, vindictiveness knows no restraints, and ruthlessness never worries about collateral damage. Andruko hired contract killers to go after and kill O’Connor and Eiselmann.

The killers can be anyone and be anywhere. They can strike at any time. They care nothing of collateral damage. Andruko believes a target is a target, and in the end, the target must die. https://amzn.to/34lNllP 

Caught in a Web: A PenCraft Literary Award Winner! Named “One of the Best Thrillers of 2018!” by BestThrillers.com 

Caught in a Web is also available in Audio Book, Kindle and Paperback! http://bit.ly/2WO3kka

They found the bodies of high school and middle school kids dead from an overdose of heroin and fentanyl. A violent gang, MS-13, controls the drug trade along the I-94 and I-43 corridors. They send Ricardo Fuentes to find out who is cutting in on their business, shut it down and teach them a lesson. But he has an ulterior motive: find and kill a fifteen-year-old boy, George Tokay. 

Detectives Jamie Graff, Pat O’Connor and Paul Eiselmann race to find the source of the drugs, shut down the ring, and find Fuentes before he kills anyone else. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CKF7696  

Spiral Into Darkness: Named a Recommended Read in the Author Shout Reader Awards!

Would you recognize a serial killer if one spoke to you? Vincent and Shirley didn’t, and now they’re dead!

He blends in, is successful, intelligent, and methodical. So far, he has murdered eight people. There is no discernible pattern, no clues, and no leads. The only thing the FBI and local police have to go on is the method of death: two bullets to the face- gruesome and meant to send a message. But it’s difficult to understand any message coming from a dark and damaged mind. Two adopted boys, struggling in their own world, do not know they are the next targets, and neither does their family or local law enforcement. https://amzn.to/2RBWvTm 
 
The Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:

FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they live in separate parts of the country, the lives of Kelliher, 11-year-old Brett McGovern, and 11-year-old George Tokay are separate pieces of a puzzle. The two boys become interwoven with the same thread Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their futures grow dark as each search for a way out. https://amzn.to/34nXBH5  

Book One, Stolen Lives: Editor’s Pick by BestThrillers! Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner! A Crime Thriller finalist in the 2021 Best Thriller Book Awards!

Two thirteen-year-old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they will end up like the other kids they found- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. To make the investigation that much tougher, Kelliher suspects that one of his team members might be involved. https://amzn.to/3oMo4qZ   

Book Two of the Lives Trilogy, Shattered Lives:

The boys are home, but now they have to fit back in with their families and friends. Their parents and the FBI thought the boys were safe. They were until people began dying. Now the hunt is on for six dangerous and desperate men who vow revenge. With no leads and nothing to go on, the FBI can only sit back and wait. A dangerous game that threatens not only the boys, but their families. https://amzn.to/2RAYIk2 
 
Book Three of the Lives Trilogy, Splintered Lives:

Three dangerous men with nothing to lose offer a handsome reward to anyone willing to kill fourteen-year-old Brett McGovern. He does not know that he, his younger brother, and a friend are targets. More than anyone, these three men vow to kill George, whom they blame for forcing them to run and hide. A fun vacation turns into a nightmare and ends where it started, back on the Navajo Nation Reservation, high on a mesa held sacred by George and his grandfather. Outnumbered and outgunned, George will make the ultimate sacrifice to protect his adoptive father and his adoptive brothers- but can he? Without knowing who these men are? Or where they are? Without knowing whom to trust? Is he prepared for betrayal that leads to his heartbreak and death? http://bit.ly/SplinteredLives   

Photos courtesy of Kimberly Farmer

 

Sunday, July 9, 2023

Dear Wil ...


 Dear Wil …

It will be nine long years on Wednesday. The last we spoke was nine long years, July 11th, when you called to wish mom and me a happy anniversary. Nine years ago, you had called on a Friday. We laughed because you weren’t sure which day was our anniversary, and you explained you were never good with dates. I knew that. So did mom and Hannah and Emily. Hannah had mentioned to us you would call her when some birthday or anniversary popped up just so you could get the right day. 

Nine long years ago …

I think back to your call often, if only to remember your voice, your smile and your laugh. That memory has always warmed my heart. Especially your laugh and your goofiness. Your playfulness.

You were excited to tell us about the new job you were to begin. You called it your dream job. A fashion photographer for a large online company. Your first job with a salary and benefits. You couldn’t wait. Mom and I were so proud of you. You struggled as many young people do coming out of college. Sometimes it’s difficult to find your ground and master your step in life, but on that Monday, you were to begin. You had conquered a small mountain and begin a new life. So proud of you, Wil.

You and Maria had just moved to Chicago. A new apartment, a new place to establish your roots. You and Maria had even talked about having children. I have to admit, I looked forward to being “Grandpa” and mom looked forward to being “Grandma.” We knew it would be a while before you and Maria settled, but getting that job, your dream job, was a first big step.

Maria spent that weekend with her sister and her family in Madison. You stayed home to finish a photo project. In hindsight, I wish you would have gone with Maria. It wouldn’t be nine long years before we heard your voice, your laugh. But that happens. Not blaming you at all, Wil. You were being responsible and finishing a project.

That day, you worked on your project. You took a break for a walk to get lunch and do some shopping for your apartment. On your way back, our lives changed. Nine long years ago.

I think back to the phone call. Mom and I were asleep in a hotel, and we thought someone had made a mistake and called the wrong room. After all, it was 12:38 am. Mistakes happen at that hour. In retrospect, mistakes happen at 3:30 pm on a street on a warm summer day. On July 12th. 

I have many, many regrets, Wil. I very much wish I would have been a better father for you. I’ll admit, I think I’m a better father now with Hannah and Emily. At least, I think I am, but Hannah and Em would know better. But you were our first, and I didn’t have a map or a guidebook to follow. I did my best, but never measured up- at least, in my mind.   

I think we both did our best. You as son, and me as dad. Still, I feel I came up short. 

What I wish most of all was that I was with you that afternoon walking along the street on that warm day, on July 12th. Perhaps the day would have ended differently. Who knows? It could have been me instead of you, and honestly, I would have accepted that. You shouldn’t have been alone. 

What I wouldn’t give for one more laugh with you, one more conversation with you. One more time to tell you I loved you and how very proud I was … am … of you. What a wonderful son and brother you were. 

I think back to that day and the court appearances that followed, the trials, seeing the photos, hearing the facts, the details, witnessing the cold, callousness of the three involved. But what I remember most about that time, that day, was not the blood on the street or the shopping bags containing the items for your apartment. No. What I remember, what has been seared in my brain and carved in my soul, was the picture of one of your flip-flops on the sidewalk. That photo still haunts me. 

It didn’t have to be, Wil. You know that. I know that. Mom, and Hannah, and Emily know that. Everyone knows that. A shitty decision by a fifteen-year-old holding a gun, whose idea it was to “take care of business” as it was stated in court. To “go wet his shirt” the fifteen-year-old was told. Cold. Callous. 

You were only walking along the street, minding your own business.

The bullet was meant for someone else. You became his shield so he could get away. Using another human being, my son, shield. 

What hurts me is that I wasn’t there for you. I wasn’t there with you. You were alone. Dads are supposed to protect their sons and daughters. I had no way of knowing, Wil. I’m sorry. You were alone.

I wonder what went through your mind as you lay on the cement sidewalk. I wonder what your last thoughts were. Were you thinking about Maria? The project you were working on? Hannah or Emily? Mom and me? Your new job that was to begin on Monday? I can imagine you smiling at those thoughts. I want to believe you were smiling at those thoughts. Happy for a moment, before everything changed. Everything. 

Wil, I came across a song that could be our song. James Blunt wrote it for his father. His father had cancer, and James wrote this song for him. I would sing it for you, Wil, but I wouldn’t get through the first line or two. No way. I would try, but I would fail miserably. Perhaps fail as I did that Saturday, July 12, 2014, when I wasn’t with you. 

Here are the lyrics for you. We’d have to tweak them to make it fit us, you and me. But you get the meaning, I’m sure. At the end of the lyrics, I attached the link to his music video. I think you’ll like it. James’s heart is in it, just as mine would be. How could it not? 

The song is titled, Monsters. A good title. Blunt says it much better than I could, though it matches what my heart feels.

[Verse 1]
Oh, before they turn off all the lights
I won’t read you your wrongs or your rights
The time has gone
I’ll tell you goodnight, close the door
Tell you “I love you” once more
The time has gone, so here it is

[Chorus]
I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye

No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you’re sleeping, I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

[Verse 2]
Oh, well I’ll read a story to you
Only difference is this one is true
The time has gone
I folded your clothes on the chair
I hope you sleep well, don’t be scared
The time has gone, so here it is

[Chorus]
I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye
No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine

And while you’re sleeping, I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

[Bridge]
Sleep a lifetime
Yes and breathe a last word
You can feel my hand on your own
I will be the last one so I’ll leave a light on
Let there be no darkness in your heart

[Chorus]
But I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye
No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you’re sleeping, I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

The music video for Monsters by James Blunt, who wrote this for his father, Charles, who lay on his deathbed as he battled cancer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTFbGcnl0po

I’ll close now, Wil. It’s the best I could do for you. You know I think of you often and not just at this time of year. Not just on July 12th. Always and forever. 

Please know I did the best I could to be your dad, your father. And we both know that wasn’t good enough. Til we meet again. Love you, Wil. Always and forever.

Dad 

Something to think about … 

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 Photos by Joshua J. Cotton and Timothy Dykes and Unsplash.