The night my husband Mark died, I licked his finger to loosen our wedding band, removed it from his swollen finger and stuck it in my pocket before leaving the hospital room. I did not say goodbye. That’s the one thing I refused to say. To me, that would be it was true– that he was gone forever.
Instead, I took him adventuring 31,000 miles around the US and Canada in an RV with our teenage daughters and a stray dog in tow to celebrate life, one sprinkle of his ashes at a time.
He was an amazing man. Google him. Mark Pittman. You’ll see!
Our story resonated with so many people that I wrote a book — not just about the trips, but about life itself– titled “THE PINK STEERING WHEEL CHRONICLES.” It took several years and several trials, but I am happy and proud to say THE PINK STEERING WHEEL CHRONICLES was made available for pre-order through my publisher, Hatherleigh Press/Penguin Random House, on Amazon this week.
I’m now going to celebrate by taking our dogs for a walk in the woods and bawling my head off.
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