The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

January 7, 2015 at 5:17 pm (In So Many Words, Obituaries, Reviews) (, , , , , , )

The Beekeeper's ApprenticeI have been hosting a book club at Half Price Books in Humble for over two years.  In that time, I’ve managed to procure two consistent clubbers.  One comes in person, one joins us by phone.  We’ve had others briefly come and go – but Glenn, Thom, and I, we are the club.

Glenn chose The Beekeeper’s Apprentice to discuss in January.  It was fast paced and lovely.  Glenn had already read it before and was very excited to hear my thoughts.  We’ve read 25 books together over the years and enjoy picking things out for each other.  We disagree and argue a lot, but in a pleasant way.  I’m 30 and he could be my father.  Thom is older too, and as I read The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, I kept thinking how fun a parallel it was that Holmes and Watson took a young Mary Russell under their wing.  I may be more well read than Glenn, but he has the perspective of age on many topics and discussions which have proven useful.

The day of the meeting, “Mary Russell” responded to a tweet I sent out into the twittersphere and offered to answer any questions we may have regarding the book.  I hoped that another customer I had met during the week would arrive because she passionately hated the book, and Glenn and I both passionately loved the book.  But Glenn didn’t know how much I loved the book, because we hadn’t spoken of it yet.  We only see each other once a month for club.

I sat at the table in the bookstore waiting for his long lanky figure to come striding down the aisle, wearing his hat and carrying his books.  His gate is that of a number of tall men, long and lumber-y.  He always takes copious notes and wants to methodically go through each point, each thought, and each word that struck his fancy.  I speed read through things and like to talk about themes and over all feelings of the story. Thom pipes in on speaker phone with all sorts of knowledge neither Glenn and I have.  I look forward to our exchanges every month.

Glenn didn’t arrive.

I stayed and waited, but gave up and went home, thinking perhaps I missed an email or a phone call explaining his absence.

I hadn’t.

Glenn Ray passed away that evening.

Laurie R. King and Mary Russell will always be simultaneously loved and tainted by the fact that they were the last words shared between me and a man who I had started to believe was my friend.

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Celebrating the Life of a True Coach

June 21, 2014 at 2:03 am (Events) (, , , , , )

DSC03496Author, Coach, Mother, Wife and Mentor Reeshemah Holmes passed away this week.

A little over a year ago, I had the pleasure of meeting her in person.  We coordinated a book signing at Half Price Books together where I was introduced to her friends, her students, and customers. I had the pleasure of reviewing her book for this blog, read it here.

I am not close to Reeshemah, I only met her a few times.  I enjoyed her company and her book.  In the time that I spent with her I saw that she radiated excitement for life and encouraged a wholesome existence to all she came in contact with – from the inside out.  She taught eating right as well as thinking right.  She spoke of her Lord often and seemed to wish that everyone could come to live healthily and happily.

That being said, I have not been privy to the information regarding her death, so I do not want this to be construed as an obituary of any kind.

I do want to direct anyone searching my blog for information (her name came up a lot in my search history this week) to her website.  There is a notice there regarding the family’s wishes and request for donations in lieu of flowers to help cover costs. That website is here.

For friends and family, as well as the public who missed the opportunity to meet her, I’d like to make these photos available.

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I don’t believe I had the pleasure of ever taking a picture with her, I always thought I’d have another chance as I intended on booking her for another signing.  She was a joy to have in the store and the customers talked fondly of her presence afterward.  I had a signed copy of her book, but someone else I knew needed to read her worldview and mantra for themselves and I loaned my copy out.

She has left behind quite a legacy.  My prayers are with her family and I hope yours are too.

Download her book to your kindle, or purchase a paperback, here: Don’t Die By Your Own Hands.

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