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My dearest Ella, I wish we would have had more time together, but we both know that we don't always get what we want...
Ella
is consumed by grief when her Grandma Dorothy dies. Left with Grandma's
ashes in an alabaster urn, Ella dreams of rubbing it like a magic lamp
and Grandma suddenly appearing. But it's only a dream. To protect
herself from experiencing this kind of heartache ever again, Ella pulls
away from Trey, the love of her life. Better to leave him than to lose
him, she thinks. Slowly Ella learns to live again as she reads the
letters Grandma left behind one for every day of the coming year.
My
dearest Ella, I can't believe that I'm writing the last note you will
ever receive from me. By the time you read this, a whole year will have
passed since my death. I hope my notes have helped you find your way...
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Copyright 2015 © Buffy Andrews
Ella
stared at the alabaster urn the funeral director had given her. It was
hard to believe that Grandma had become nothing more than a pile of
white ashes. She longed to feel her grandma’s thick arms around her and
to smell her sweet perfume that hung in the air like an August fog. How
does a cream puff of a lady become nothing more than a bag of dust, she
wondered.
Cancer. That evil C word.
The word she had lived with for almost a year. The evil thing that had
devoured Grandma like a vulture devours a dead carcass, gorging itself
until its crop bulges and leaves nothing but splintered bones behind.
It
was so unfair, Ella thought. Grandma Dorothy was all she had. Now her
beloved Dorothy was gone, off to an emerald city from which she would
never return. And Ella was left with nothing but the sage alabaster urn
Grandma had picked out before she died. Picked out like everything else.
The
hymns that would be sung. The biblical passages that would be read.
Even the flowers that would sit beside the urn on the pedestal table.
She’d picked everything out as if she’d been planning a picnic, and Ella
hated her for it.
Sometimes,
Ella couldn’t stand Grandma’s optimism, and she’d escape to her room.
She’d tell Grandma she had to study, but she never did. She’d lie on her
bed, stare at the ceiling, and think, and remember, and pretend—pretend
that Grandma was in the kitchen singing her favorite Doris Day song and
making macaroni and cheese.
Ella could hear Grandma’s voice in her head. Whatever will be will be.
She started to cry. Screw whatever will be will be,
she thought. What about what I want? Then she started to panic, afraid
that Grandma’s voice would fade like her mother’s, and father’s, and
sister’s. No matter how hard she tried, Ella no longer heard their
voices.
They’d died when Ella was six. Killed in an accident on the way home from the zoo.Crash Kills Family of Three, the newspaper headline had said.
Ella
could still remember that day, as if it was yesterday or the day before
instead of eleven years ago. Ella had a stomach virus and was too sick
to go. She’d spent the night throwing up and eventually fell asleep in
her mother’s arms next to the white porcelain tub. Grandma had watched
her while the rest of Ella’s family met her mom’s friend for their
annual zoo outing.
Ella was so upset she couldn’t go that she cried the whole way through Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory—her
favorite movie. Even watching Augustus Gloop fall into the chocolate
river and being sucked out by the extraction pipe, and gum-chewing
Violet Beauregarde blowing up like a balloon, didn’t make her laugh.
Grandma
promised to take her to the zoo when she felt better, but Ella still
cried. She wanted to see the monkeys with Sissy. And the bears,
giraffes, and tigers.
After
her parents and sister died, Ella wanted nothing to do with the zoo.
Grandma brought it up a few times. She thought it would be good for Ella
to go, but Ella refused. She wasn’t going anywhere near the zoo and,
after a time, Grandma stopped asking.
Grandma’s
best friend, Maddie, put her arms around Ella. Everyone else had left
after the funeral service—her best friend, Emily, even Trey. Secretly,
Ella had wanted him to stay, but she kept pushing him away. She’d been
doing that for months.
It
was better that way, she thought. Everyone she loved she’d lost. Losing
Trey would be too much. She had to protect herself from ever feeling
this way again. And if turning away from Trey was what she needed to do
to protect herself, well, then that’s what she had to do.
“Ready?” Maddie asked.
No,
Ella wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to move into Maddie’s house. She
adored Maddie. Loved her. She was like the aunt Ella never had, but
Maddie wasn’t Grandma.
However,
Ella had no choice. Grandma had planned everything. Just like the
hymns, and the readings, and the flowers. Maddie, a retired school
teacher, would become Ella’s guardian and see her through her last year
of high school and college. That was the plan—Grandma’s plan. As much as
Ella hated it, she knew it was the only way.
“I hope that even in the rain,” Grandma always told her, “you find the sun.”
Screw
the sun, Ella thought as she grabbed her coat and followed Maddie to
the front door. There was no sun in sight. Only a razor-blade rain that
sliced her aching heart and chilled her to the bone.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A journalist by day and an author by night, Buffy
Andrews loves telling stories. Some of her fiction ideas pop into her
head at the most inopportune times, such as during a sermon or in the
shower or when she’s supposed to be listening in a meeting. She’s
written all over church bulletins, jumped out of the shower more than
once to write down an idea and turned meeting handouts into story
boards.
When she’s not writing, she’s leading an
award-winning team of journalists at the York Daily Record/Sunday News
in York, Pa., where she’s Assistant Managing Editor of Features and
Niche Publications and the newspaper’s social media coordinator.
In addition to her writing blog, Buffy’s Write Zone, she maintains a social media blog,Buffy's World. She is also a newspaper and magazine columnist and writes middle-grade, young adult and women's fiction.
She lives in southcentral Pennsylvania with her husband, Tom; two sons, Zach and Micah; and wheaten cairn terrier Kakita.
I like Buffy's books. I'm sure this one will be good too.
ReplyDeleteIt's good with wonderful sympathetic characters :)
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