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I told you earlier about Hair of the Dog, the book I edited for a client that was a gift for her family. The late author penned the story before she passed away four years ago; her mom hired me to create an electronic version of the book, edit it, and usher it through the self-publishing phase.
It was a Christmas present. After the holiday, my client told me how much her grandsons—the author’s sons—appreciated the gift. Then, a few weeks ago, I received the below notes from the grown boys.
Priceless, they are.
From one: “I’m writing to you to express my deep gratitude for your role in bringing my mother’s work to life. Despite inheriting much of her verbal skills, I’m at a loss when it comes to putting into words how it felt to unwrap that gift on Christmas Day. I’ve always wanted to read her book, but to have it ready-made, in my hands, edited and all, was almost as surreal as the day I lost her. To read the book feels like talking to her once more. Thank you. Sincerely and with lots of love.”
From the other: “I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help in publishing my mother’s book, Hair of the Dog. I truly never thought this would happen, and it wouldn’t have without you. Thank you, a million times over.”
I love what I do. That’s a gift I gave myself!