My father, Bill Bright, has recently been diagnosed with brain cancer. He had surgery to remove a part of the tumor, and to further diagnose his condition. It’s a Grade 4, a glioblastoma, they call it. It's very unpredictable, but you don't get a lot of time with these things.
We're very close. My father is a linguist, editor, and writer, and has been a "first-reader" and editor to every book or major story I've published since my teens.
I wanted to ask you all a couple things... I realize this blog reaches out to a lot of nooks and crannies! One, if you are an old friend of my dad's, or my stepmom's, and would like to get in touch, please email me: susie at susiebright dot com.
Secondly, I'll appreciate your patience if my blog has some fits and weird pauses as this all develops. Who knows?— maybe it will become my chief distraction and I'll be more prolific than ever. This is definitely a "be here now" situation.
My family and loved ones are near— and very patient with my moods and tears. We share a lot of mutual sentiments, as so many people love Bill... he's easy to love.
Our friend Terry, one of my dad's friends from up north, wrote this poem to him the other day:
of that Orleans
Klamath River morning,
was not the clear drops of water
brightened, by the morning sunshine,
off the Giant spider web
stretched from apple branch
It was the shared Wonder
that you and I enjoyed
Your friend forever,
Bill and number-one granddaughter, Aretha, last year.