I would like to dedicate this book to my mother Patricia Ann Hawkins Pichon. My mother passed from complications with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of sixty, much too young for the light she had to offer this world. She had wanted to be a writer herself but became too Ill and lost her way to that dream. My mother was tremendously funny, sharp, quick witted, spiritual, loving, kind and beautiful.
Years after her passing, but in memory of her, I chose to sit down and tell my story. As I began to type I felt her hand on my left shoulder where it remained most of the time I worked. The book flowed out of my hands spilling onto the pages so fast that I wrote the book exactly to the day in six weeks from beginning to end. There were so many weird coincidences like my copyright is the same day of her passing, December fifteenth, and it wasn’t intentional.
I would like to dedicate this book to my mother because…I believe… she helped me write it… Love you Mom!