To me, her impact was oh so great- both in my teaching and in the growing and cultivating of life-long readers in my sons. They- my students and my boys- LOVE her books.
See her books here . Check them out!
You may have read the dating profile she wrote about her husband that was posted in the New York Times ten days ago. If not, read it here.
I read it myself ten days ago and was immediately filled with great sadness and regret. Here I was, being a huge fan of hers, and I no idea she was even sick- certainly no idea she was dying. I had also always wanted to thank her for the amazing impact her work has made on me and especially our son, Judah. I meant to write her a letter or try to send her an email, but I never did. Tears rolled down my face for most of that morning- out of grief, out of sadness, connecting the love she clearly has for her husband to the love I have for Josh.
I cried for how much cancer sucks, for how beautifully Amy always lived out her passions and dreams and I cried tears wondering if I was doing the same. Are my priorities in line? Do I give enough of my energy, time, and love to causes and people that matter most? Am I doing enough? Am I spreading enough joy, hope, love, kindness, compassion?
I also decided that I need to reach out to her in case there was still time! I composed a letter and sent it out that very day. I wanted to share it...
Maybe she was able to get this letter in time and read these words herself.... maybe her husband will see it to know how her spirit will live on and what a great impact her work has had on our world.
I am so reminded of how precious life is, how precious time is, how important books and written words are, and how important it is to find what you love and do what you love.