Stopped Short

The mystery writer Sue Grafton died.  She was famous for her alphabet series of private detective stories.  Her titles started with "A is for Alibi" and went on from there.  She got as far as "Y" before cancer stopped her short. 

Her daughter said that Grafton would never allow a ghost writer to write in her name.  So "Z" , in her writing career,  remains untouched.  I hope her family finds that as satisfying as I do.  The final letter remains open to the imaginations of those she left behind.

And maybe she'll start all over again with "A is for Afterlife."

Greetings!

In the spirit of the New Yorker's year-end Yuletide romp,
I'm reaching out to friends,
Please tell me not to stop.
Merry, merry to my movie buddy Lail,
I hope our favorite stars,
Have avoided sex-crime jail.
To my music loving friends: Gerry, Bonnie and her Bruce
I wish you as much fun as Bill is having with his flute.
To Phyllis, Camille, Jim, Lisa, Marguerite and Myles,
I hope the year to come brings nothing but great smiles.
I know my Nation group could use some cheering up.
Unite All! We will outlast him,
That Scrooge we know as Trump.
Happy Holidays to everyone who visited my blog,
Eat fruitcake and be merry,
Wash it down with stiff eggnog.