Dwain Harris

Ripples was compiled from memories and records of the past 55 years. My wife, Becky, and I had contemplated writing something along the lines of Ripples for years, to immortalize, in writing, the journey of our beloved son, Collin. In our mid seventies, while our minds are still clear, I decided to begin the book. The choices were to start writing or stop thinking about it. I couldn’t convince myself to not write it. After many months of sporadically developing the story, Becky realized she had to get involved if the book were to be meaningfully completed. She added to, edited, and inserted additional details, not in her chosen style, but mine. Though we are equally complicit, Becky is determined that I be recognized as the author. “We” wrote Ripples together and “I’m” the author. That doesn’t seem right, but that is how she wants it. We had to write Ripples for ourselves. It has been beneficial to us. We hope it can be beneficial to others as well.