I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But I just found out that Madeleine L’Engle died.
When I was a kid, I read A Wrinkle in Time and all the later books in the series. They were my favorites. I wanted to *be* Charles Wallace when I grew up.
I even wrote her a letter. She was the first and only author I ever wrote to. I think I was in the fourth grade.
And she wrote back to me. Madeleine L’Engle hand wrote me a letter thanking me and telling me she was glad I liked her books. She also told me that she thought it was great that I wanted to be a writer, and that I should do it.
I always hoped that I’d get a chance to meet her, now that I was finally published. I wanted to give her a copy of my book and say, “Thanks for being nice to me when I was a kid. I really needed it back then. And by the way, I really did do it. See?”
Oh Madeleine. I’m sorry I never got the chance to meet you. Thank you for everything.
We’ll miss you.
pat
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One post in a blog and still more good than twilight. A very charming thing, pat. as happy as sad:)
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