Sunday, June 29, 2014
Experience the highest highs and lowest lows of a mother’s life
And The Whippoorwill Sang
By Micki Peluso
LSP Digital, LLC
© Copyright 2011
The worst nightmare any mother could endure is the loss of a child. In And The Whippoorwill Sang, author and mother Micki Peluso relates her own agonizing story of loss and grief after a drunk driver cut short the vibrant life of her beloved 14-year-old daughter Noelle.
But this horrible incident does not consume the entirety of Peluso’s tale. The majority of her book relates countless recollections of raising a brood of half a dozen children from their earliest years when half the battle was helping them survive cuts, bruises and broken bones, to the turbulent pubescent years and their eventual entry into adulthood. From a daughter who amused the family with her many comedic antics to a son who took delight in nailing a frog to a cross and yet other who tied the family cat to an umbrella and launched it out an upper window to see if it would parachute down, one cannot help but laugh out loud.
And The Whippoorwill Sang is a truly heartfelt tale scanning many years of memories. Just as the author has the reader howling at her children’s behavior, she slips in another short chapter recalling those agonizing 10 days that she sat with family and friends in a waiting room next to the intensive care unit where her daughter’s spirit hung precariously between the world of the living and the afterlife. Thankfully, the author chose to present her story this way so the reader does not become lost in the utter hopelessness that she felt during that terrible time.
For those such as I who love to hear true tales of the paranormal, I could not help sympathizing with her youngsters when they insisted that one of the much older but beautiful homes where they lived was actually haunted. Despite their pleas about all manner of paranormal activity, including ghostly apparitions, Peluso was not convinced until she saw otherworldly spirits for herself. After this happened she wrote, “I owed my kids an apology.”
When Noelle finally succumbed to her injuries, many wonderful supernatural events made Peluso increasingly aware that the soul lives on. Two of her young grandsons, one just 2 years old, were well aware of Noelle’s presence in their lives. And she even made an unexpected appearance to her father when her mother was in hospital.
This is one of those rare books that take the reader along for both the highest highs and lowest lows of a mother’s life. Her children were certainly a mixed bag of memorable characters, not to mention dogs, cats and a loving but workaholic husband. Peluso’s story presents us with not only a mother’s memories of both joyful and sorrowful times but also leaves the reader with a feeling of great hope.
This is one book that will linger in your own memory long after its covers are closed.
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