actually the world is most likely weeping at the loss of such a prolific writer as Frank McCourt who died today in NYC.
there are very few books that capture my devotion anymore, very few stories that ingrain themselves into my heart, very few lives that forever remain in my memory and reduce me to heartache for the sadness endured...then the victories to come.
and no one, other than Mr McCourt, did i ever call my "favorite" author.
from the very second that i opened the first book that i read from mr McCourt, i was forever a fan of this man that passed through so many trials and poverty beginning in brooklyn then back to Ireland until he finally reached his destiny as a teacher in America.
how many tears did i shed while reading his book, "Angelas Ashes" and so i did today when i read of his death....such a talent.
i had tucked in the back of my brain somewhere the hope to meet him one day...one day....one day is gone now but his words live on dont they?
though i dont drink..here's a pint to ya Mr McCourt!