Coping With Loss: Writing A Book
by Frank Kermit
Have you ever considered writing a book?
The book could be about the life of the person you lost.
The book could be about your life, and how who or what you lost was a major part of it.
The book could be a cautionary tale about appreciating what you got before it is gone.
The book could be a warning to others so that they do not have to experience the loss you did.
The book does not have to be a serious novel.
The book could be a children's storybook with an important lesson.
That part is up to you.
Books have a page where you can dedicate it to your loss.
There are a lot of ways to keep the memory of your loss alive.
If you like to write, a book is one of them.
You do not even need a publisher.
You can self publish your book using print-on- demand sites,
or make it a PDF file for people to buy and or download on your own online site.
Think about it.
Dedication Page of From Loser To Seducer:
The Story of Frank Kermit
This book is dedicated to:
(May 11,1939 - December 18, 2006)
I first met Gary in college. He had come back to school as a mature student (age 50+). Despite the age difference, we had become good friends, and I think of him as a mentor about life, while I was his mentor in school.
He had lived quite a life for himself, as a road manager for an artist named Chubby Checker, and made a living for himself for many years in the downtown Montreal nightlife and bar scene as a club owner and bartender.
When I had met him, he was retired from that life and had gone back to school to pick up what he had missed the first time around.
He gave me an insider’s perspective of his world, with a non-judgmental view of my world.
After college, we ended up in university together in the same program. He had to stop going to school after the first few terms due to ill health that included two strokes.
In September 2005 I went to see Gary to hand him a copy of this book with his dedication.
After that, I moved city. It would be the last time I saw him.
He died three months later.
I miss our time together.