I love books so it was no wonder I found myself in my father’s library searching for answers to questions I did not know. I was pondering the big things…life, love, destiny…and the stakes were huge. I had big choices to make and no idea where to begin.
I flopped into the overstuffed chair and stared hard into the cold fireplace, blurring the edges of a large brass candlestick standing in the hearth. No answers there.
Some things are just unknown.
My gaze travelled to the racks. Book upon book my father collected over a lifetime. My eyes focused on one book in particular. I knew it was old, but its spine was shiny new, scarlet red, begging for me to examine it.
I drug myself across the room to where the book rested. There was no title, no author on the smooth leather spine to reveal its contents. It intrigued me. Just like my father…a subtle mystery waiting to be solved.
My hands shook as they reached for the volume, afraid to touch, afraid to learn its secrets and I turned the book over several times before committing a look inside. With courage I did not feel, I opened the cover and slowly ran my fingers down the first page, the only page containing words. Written in the neat, boxy script I knew as my father’s was a simple sentence, addressed to me:
Denise…follow your heart.
And I have, to my great folly, since that very day.