I fancy myself a writer…even though I’ve never been published. Yes, Mom I actually have made submissions. That’s another blog post. I think I learned to love stories because of my grandmothers. I was watching their stories before I could even talk. I know Days or Our Lives, The Young and The Restless, Another World and even Santa Barbara better than most. I still remember my Gran telling me that if I brushed my hair 100 strokes a day it would be as shiny at Renee Dimera’s gorgeous black hair. Yes, I was born and raised to appreciate a good story, even a soap opera.
When Mom was visiting, I introduced her to one of my new favorites, The Walking Dead. Yes, Janice Kendall watched three episodes. Granted, she was peeking from behind her iPad or a pillow most of the time. Don’t let her kid you…she was born with a high appreciation of
soap operas stories too. She hated the gore, but she easily loved the characters.
I love these stories. You love the characters like they are your friends and family. You feel like you are involved in their lives…from the safety of your living room. In the early days when Judith is born on TWD, I would walk out in my alley on a Monday morning and yell, “The baby!” to my neighbor and she totally knew what I was talking about. You become vested in each character and need to know what will happen. Mom was here when one of my beloved characters may or may not have come to an untimely end.
Mom fell right in step with the story. We sat around the family room dissecting the scene. Is he or isn’t he? We watched the The Talking Dead. Mom stayed up late most Sunday nights to watch it with me. Oh my…
Here’s Your Spoiler alert…
Stop reading if you aren’t caught up with TWD.
Seriously…you’ve been warned.
I sent Mom this text.
She asked me how long it took me to set this up. Ha! Like I have time for that… I just have time to troll the internet to try to decide Glenn’s fate.
Mom clearly loves the story as much as I do. I got a voicemail from her a couple of days later that said, “Read Zachariah 14 right now! It’s The Walking Dead!” What on earth, Mom? So I ran and got my Bible out.
Here’s a snippet
12 This is the plague with which the Lord will strike all the nations that fought against Jerusalem: Their flesh will rot while they are still standing on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths. 13 On that day people will be stricken by the Lord with great panic. They will seize each other by the hand and attack one another.
Maybe Grandma is on to something! Of course I immediately sent a text to my other buddy that watches it. We may or may not be totally preparing for the zombie apocalypse right now. (You might want to purchase stock in Costco. Just saying…)
Am I the only one? Do you love it when a story stays with you? I love for my kids to love books. Arleigh still loves all things Hunger Games. There was a time when Hanan was Fancy Nancy. I’m curious. What stories stick with you? Is there something else I should be reading or watching? Until then, I’ll be searching for Glenn. He can’t be dead. Can he?