Hi, I'm Joyce Sorensen.
Following my husband's death, when happiness seemed unattainable ever again, I found peace and even joy in writing his story. Going through Dick's letters (from Korea in the war-torn years of the 1950s) and our records, I found many reasons to marvel we managed to overcome countless obstacles to our marriage and to stay together to the end of his days. In the final chapters of the book, I share some of our intimate, even romantic, conversations at the end of his life.
To my delight, Amazon.com shows seventeen reviews, all five-star, of our book! Likewise, excellent reviews appear on Goodreads. Readers' Favorite gave two five-star reviews. On my desk reigns an ever-fattening folder of comments which describe the inspiration readers have found in the excerpts from Dick's letters and in the themes of our story.
I invite you to visit the blog in which I describe my sometimes erratic reactions to life without Dick. I write about finding my way, still faltering at times, through the ongoing process of discovering who I am now. Please feel free to participate in the discussion.
Dick painted the scene above as a sixteen-year-old.
Following my husband's death, when happiness seemed unattainable ever again, I found peace and even joy in writing his story. Going through Dick's letters (from Korea in the war-torn years of the 1950s) and our records, I found many reasons to marvel we managed to overcome countless obstacles to our marriage and to stay together to the end of his days. In the final chapters of the book, I share some of our intimate, even romantic, conversations at the end of his life.
To my delight, Amazon.com shows seventeen reviews, all five-star, of our book! Likewise, excellent reviews appear on Goodreads. Readers' Favorite gave two five-star reviews. On my desk reigns an ever-fattening folder of comments which describe the inspiration readers have found in the excerpts from Dick's letters and in the themes of our story.
I invite you to visit the blog in which I describe my sometimes erratic reactions to life without Dick. I write about finding my way, still faltering at times, through the ongoing process of discovering who I am now. Please feel free to participate in the discussion.
Dick painted the scene above as a sixteen-year-old.
