Richard Paul Evans: Grace

She was my first kiss. My first love. She was a little match girl who could see the future in the flame of a candle. She was a runaway who taught me more about life than anyone has before or since. And when she was gone my innocence left with her.

As I begin to write, a part of me feels as if I am awakening something best left dead and buried, or at least buried. We can bury the past, but it never really dies. The experience of that winter has grown on my soul like ivy climbing the outside of a home, growing until it begins to tear and tug at the brick and mortar.

I pray I can still get the story right. My memory, like my eyesight, has waned with age. Still, there are things that become clearer to me as I grow older. This much I know: too many things were kept secret in those days. Things that never should have been hidden. And things that should have.

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[MyPritty1]

Postalsock...whatever you say says a LOT more about you than about Richard Paul Evans. He's actually made a difference with his life. WHAT have YOU done?

[postalsock]

Do you believe you are Mr. Hemingway sir? You joke. Sad son of a bitch.

[smilingdog]

Mr Evans has Abiding Light........

[shiftinaction]

This sounds like a wonderful book and an author who took the time to make a difference in the world.