Cover Design - Sommer Stein / Perfect Pear
Release Date - June 13, 2016
Remember the good...
Join Sadie McCormick's children, Hunter McCormick and Jaylinn Cahill, as they dive into their mother's past by discovering a diary she left behind for them. They know it's not going to be easy but they'll always have the memories of the good times, even when those good times were cut short.
Survive the past...
Discover how she was able to endure the past when the one person she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with turned out to be a nightmare she never saw coming.
Love Always...
Hunter and Jaylinn take away Sadie's most important life lesson... always love with all your heart. It's her last wish and one Hunter and Jaylinn have no issue with following since their teacher was such an amazing woman and mother to them.
He chuckles while reaching into a box that he has hooked under his arm and holds up a book. “Found this at Mom’s.”
My eyes narrow in on the book that I’ve seen before. I walk down the steps to examine the book closer. It’s black made of pleather-like material with white lettering that’s been so rubbed off you can’t make out what it says anymore, the corners are worn and the cover is cracked along the spine. Whispering, I just stare, “Mom’s diary.”
“Yup.” Hunter looks away before meeting my eyes again. “There is a whole box of them. Think we should read them?”
I take the book out of my brother’s hands, flip the cover open, and rub my pointer finger over my mom’s name. Emotions wanting to break free yet my curiosity overwhelms me. Walking into the living room, I set the worn diary down on the coffee table that’s littered with everything and anything that a coffee table can hold. I take a seat on the sofa, staring at it while imagining my mom calling my name. Chills break out across my skin.“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. “Do you think we should?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I came here.” Hunter places the box of books he was holding on the table next to the diary then sits down next to me. “Elle said that we should if and when we’re ready. She knew that Mom was writing in it, she had to help her toward the end when it became difficult for her to write it herself.” He shrugs. “Mom’s life story is on those pages, in every one of those books just waiting to be told.”
I nod, keeping my eyes trained on the diary. My heart is hammering against my chest and I’m sure if Hunter listens close enough he’d hear it. I miss Mom terribly. I have thought about her every minute of every day over these last few months. Almost every day since Brooklyn was born I’ve told her a story about her grandmother. Eventually, I’ll run out of things to tell her but now that we have her diaries I’ll have a lot more things to tell her to keep her memory alive.
My eyes slide over to my brother whose legs are bouncing up and down. He’s probably feeling the same way as me in this moment. “Hunter,” I say his name to get his attention. I wait until he’s looking me in the eyes. “Maybe, if you want, we can read the first entry.”
Hunter clasps his hands out in front of him, leaning on his knees and nods. “Okay, as long as you want to then I’m ready.”
I take a deep breath and reach for the worn black diary. I set it in my lap with shaking hands. “I’m scared.” I whisper. I don’t want to be sad any more than I am already but I miss her and I think by reading this…it might help dull the sadness or it’ll hurt more than it already does. A gamble I’m willing to risk.
My eyes narrow in on the book that I’ve seen before. I walk down the steps to examine the book closer. It’s black made of pleather-like material with white lettering that’s been so rubbed off you can’t make out what it says anymore, the corners are worn and the cover is cracked along the spine. Whispering, I just stare, “Mom’s diary.”
“Yup.” Hunter looks away before meeting my eyes again. “There is a whole box of them. Think we should read them?”
I take the book out of my brother’s hands, flip the cover open, and rub my pointer finger over my mom’s name. Emotions wanting to break free yet my curiosity overwhelms me. Walking into the living room, I set the worn diary down on the coffee table that’s littered with everything and anything that a coffee table can hold. I take a seat on the sofa, staring at it while imagining my mom calling my name. Chills break out across my skin.“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. “Do you think we should?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I came here.” Hunter places the box of books he was holding on the table next to the diary then sits down next to me. “Elle said that we should if and when we’re ready. She knew that Mom was writing in it, she had to help her toward the end when it became difficult for her to write it herself.” He shrugs. “Mom’s life story is on those pages, in every one of those books just waiting to be told.”
I nod, keeping my eyes trained on the diary. My heart is hammering against my chest and I’m sure if Hunter listens close enough he’d hear it. I miss Mom terribly. I have thought about her every minute of every day over these last few months. Almost every day since Brooklyn was born I’ve told her a story about her grandmother. Eventually, I’ll run out of things to tell her but now that we have her diaries I’ll have a lot more things to tell her to keep her memory alive.
My eyes slide over to my brother whose legs are bouncing up and down. He’s probably feeling the same way as me in this moment. “Hunter,” I say his name to get his attention. I wait until he’s looking me in the eyes. “Maybe, if you want, we can read the first entry.”
Hunter clasps his hands out in front of him, leaning on his knees and nods. “Okay, as long as you want to then I’m ready.”
I take a deep breath and reach for the worn black diary. I set it in my lap with shaking hands. “I’m scared.” I whisper. I don’t want to be sad any more than I am already but I miss her and I think by reading this…it might help dull the sadness or it’ll hurt more than it already does. A gamble I’m willing to risk.
Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life and the creation of the characters. Fans of The Love Series - Trying Not To Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You, Let Me Love You, A Christmas To Love You, Made To Love You, Need To Love You - are captivated by relationships, special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith's emotional, energized and engaging work.
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