Friday, January 11, 2013

The Rock

Seven years ago I killed my boy.  Later on, I came up with a more benevolent phrase that I've used at every event I've done and in all the TV interviews I've given.  'I gave Malcolm rest'.  Such a sweet, serene, and publicly permissible euphemism.  

But the stark, midnight truth is I took his life. 

The series of events that came next I have begun to chronicle in a trilogy entitled, 'The Rock, The Ripple, and the River'.  

I completed the first part over a year ago but it has remained unpublished.  And although I could offer up a whole host of thoughts and theories on why, it was because I was afraid.   

I'm not now.

Every Friday henceforth I'll be publishing a chapter from the first book, 'The Rock' right here, on this blog and free of charge.  

Today, on Malcolm's day, I'll start with the Prologue. 


This is a love story. 

And like all great love stories it’s a tale of a journey against all odds, fraught with danger and full of magical encounters and adventures.  Of a love that travelled thousands and thousands of miles across 16 lands through forests, mountains, swamps, and flatlands in hellish heat, arctic cold, and savage storms. 

But this isn’t your typical love story.   There are no fair maidens, no knights in shining armor – just a cast of unlikely characters on an extraordinary journey.  Nor does this story end happily ever after.  But oh, what a glorious journey it was. 

It didn’t begin as a love story.

It began with a dog named Malcolm......

Actually, it began with a stripper from San Antone.


Next Friday, Prologue II.  September 2009.  Leesburg, Virginia 


Solitude.Peace said...

Everyday is Malcolm's day.

I will visit your blog on every scheduled Friday with anticipation of what story is to be told. I feel certain, knowing your passion, that it will be just as moving. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful life with me. I want to know more.

Do tell your love story.

Anonymous said...

I wish I had been able to meet Malcolm.

Now I have another reason to look forward to Fridays! Can't wait to read more.


Anonymous said...

The Rock.

I am excited to finally read the passion that I feel will be displayed and to see the honor given to Malcolm in yet another form - all through your heart.

The entire Prologue continues to move me however what stands out the most is that you admitted it was a love story and that it didn't begin that way. It's a tell tell sign of how you allowed love in.


I can't imagine the turmoil you must have faced and then to actually say it out loud which finalized the decision. Maybe it is sweet, serene and publicly permissible to say 'I gave Malcolm rest' but I actually believe it. Cancer was the enemy and the coward that invaded your son. You actually saved him from what could have been much worse.

I would have loved to have known your son then but since I didn't I look forwarded to reading all about him.

Anonymous said...

I admire your courage in telling your truth and your willingness to live and love to the fullest.

It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch so easily.

Anonymous said...

Everyone loves a good love story- but true loves rarely enter our lives as such. More importantly, they fail to follow cue, script or sequence. But, given a chance - they can capture our hearts and keep them forever.

Can't wait to hear the rest.

Anonymous said...

"The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth"

I admire you for so many reasons, one being your courage. The courage to face and conquer your fears. The courage to take your journey against all odds. The courage to share your story and to open up your heart. But most importantly, your courage to love.

Passion. You exemplify passion at it's best. Your passion for Malcolm, Murphy and your boys. Your passion for everyone that has been touched by cancer. Your passion to fight for the answer....the question, Why?

Thank you for your courage and passion in sharing your story. I can't wait to read more.