Seriously, I am sick and tired of 2021. I’m tired of recovering from one loss just in time to get my heart ripped out of my chest anew with news of another death of someone close to me.
Lou Antonelli, who had stories in a few of Tuscany Bay’s Planetary Series, was a good friend. He’d been targeted by the same certain vile crowd I’ve had the misfortune of having to fend off. Like me, he was a journalist – although he stayed in the business – before deciding at the age of 46 (I was also 46 when I made the jump) – to try his hand at fiction writing. And he had quite the run at it from 2003 until this year. A Dragon Award finalist in 2016 ranks among the highest of his fiction career resume.
Lou had taken over the local newspaper in Clarksville, TX and took great pride in his work on that publication over the past few years. Lou had been in the hospital with heart issues for some time. Tonight, I got word that Lou had passed yesterday.
This is the sixth friend in the writing community that I’ve lost to death this year, a year that began with the loss of our beloved rescue dog, Waldo, and the recent passing of my father. I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t experienced the loss of multiple friends and loved ones this year. Each loss hurts that much more than the previous one.
RIP, Lou, you surely have earned it, although you were taken from us far too soon.
I am so very tired of 2021…and I begin to fear that 2022 isn’t going to be much better.