For once, words escape me at the moment, but I will try to get through this post.
Have you met someone, a virtual stranger, who was just the kindest, sweetest, friendliest person you’ve probably ever encountered? If you knew Gisele Walko, then you could answer with an unequivocal yes.
Who was Gisele Walko, you may ask. She was not only a wife, a mother, librarian, and author, but she was also someone I considered a friend. We weren’t close friends, but we often had witty exchanges on Goodreads about her books (I called her a loveable, kooky writer, which she proudly owned). Gisele would give me the scoop on her works in progress and dibs on her pre-releases. She valued my opinion, and for that, she will forever be a fave.
Gisele and I hadn’t talked for months. We had discussed doing an author spotlight and that we’d hook up at some point to make it happen, and yes, I’m kicking myself for not making it happen. You know how things go sometimes. I was busy. I assumed she was writing and doing her thing. I’m not as active on Goodreads as I used to be, and I hadn’t received any messages from her, so I just thought she was living her life. I didn’t even know she was sick. That’s the kind of person she was. Interacting with her, you would’ve never known she was ill or in remission because her life was so much bigger than that. She was a writer who just wanted to share her talents with the masses.
To all her fans and Goodreads friends, I grieve with you, but she will live on through the wonderfully eclectic library she’s bestowed upon us. Rest well, my friend. We won’t forget you.
Please visit her Amazon page and read one or all of her books.