The same age as my daughter.
This picture must have been taken in 1922.
Good golly. That seems like a lot of years. 91 of them.
In this new novel I’m writing, the protagonist (or the main character) is a whole lot like my grandma. Some of the stories my grandma told me are influencing the plot of my fictional world.
She had some pretty crazy stories. And she was naughty!
But, you know, spending all this time thinking about her has made me miss her terribly. She died in 1998 at 82 (a month from 83). The news of her death broke my heart. Somedays it still does.
While this time of thinking about her and remembering her stories is sweet, missing her adds a little bitter to the mix.
But you know, I feel like, as I write this novel, I’m preserving a little bit of her. Pearl Louise. And, hopefully, it will mean something to my kids and nieces and nephews. A little bit of their heritage to learn from.
Because my grandma had a whole lot of life packed into her 82 years and 11 months.
How about you? Do you have a family member who would make a good character in a novel? What makes their life so important or interesting?