My husband Noel died yesterday. Many of you were aware that he was ill for a very long time, following a 2006 stroke and then cancer diagnosis, and anyone who has had a loved one linger will understand that the sorrow is strongly colored with relief.
It is odd, but somehow appropriate as well, to have his death come on the same day that our Mary Russell project, “Fifteen Weeks of Bees”, opened on the web site. Noel was always somewhat puzzled by my commitment to fiction–he being a true academic of the Oxford variety–but remained proud of my books. He would have been deeply amused by having his death caught up in a celebration of his wife’s work.
I want to say a thanks, to everyone who has supported me during these years. This includes those of you who bought my books, enabling me to keep a roof over my husband’s head and several creative and loving caregivers at close hand, as well as those committed friends who have taken various aspects of Fifteen Weeks, from Goodreads to Twitter, and run with them.
Today is sadness. Tomorrow we turn our face to joy.
Thank you all.