It is hard to believe that my Mom passed away almost a year ago. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t reach for my phone and start dialing her number just to yak.
I remember when I was growing up, my Mom had shelves of books and one of my greatest pleasures was to take a book off the shelf and start reading. My Mom and I had our own book club and sometimes we would talk on the phone for an hour discussing a book we read. I would bring her a stack of books. She would read them and then we would talk.
So I should not have found it surprising when I recently went to visit my Dad and we agreed to pack up my Mom’s books that I found all the books I had given her and that we had discussed. Tucked in with all the rest was this book, Brave Companions by David McCullough.
So of course, I read through the night. McCullough is such a good historical writer. As I read the book the characters came alive. This book is about people in history that I knew about like Harriet Beecher Stowe and some that I did not like Alexander Von Humboldt.
Sometimes when you are reading a history book or just a narrative on historical facts it can be dull and boring. Not this book, at least not for me.
Thank you Mom for leaving this book for me to read. I only wish you were here to discus it with me.