Oct 11, 2010
1979 - 2010
Last Thursday, at the young age of 31, Shandra died of a brain aneurysm. She was my sister-in-law and my friend.
After years of an abusive marriage and a life of bad choices, Shandra finally found a man who loved her like she deserved. They'd been engaged for only a few weeks when she died. It's so sad that she finally found happiness and now isn't here to enjoy it.
When I began writing The Crystor, she begged to be the bad guy in the book so I wrote her in. The character's name is Shandira, so close to her name, that now I wonder if I shouldn't change it. But then, she loved the idea of being the antagonist and would probably kick my butt if I messed with it. She told me once to make her be really bad, so I did, not at all like her real personality.
On her last visit, she asked me to email it to her, but I put her off and said I needed to make a few more revisions first. She was disappointed, but understood. I wish I would have sent it. I'll always be sorry that she never got to read it. Maybe her spirit can read it over someone's shoulder after it's published, eh?
Anyway, I just had to share my friend with some of you and let you know what a wonderful person she was. I will miss her.