I find cathedrals of the medieval ages exceptionally beautiful in a dark, mysterious and somewhat threatening way with their detailed spires and spiked iron rods on top. Their weathered gargoyles posted at the corners as guardians to ward off evil from penetrating the cathedral walls.
To me, gargoyles represent the guardians of a sacred space. I love the ferocity of some and the gentle playfulness of others. They are magical and mystical, something like a domestic cat but untouchable.
I don’t recall the exact moment of the decision to have a gargoyle as Rose Marie Lynns best friend but it seemed the perfect fit for a girl feeling alone in her world. Blick, her gargoyle is called a Fallen Feline Friend as the story within the book briefly explains; he is a cat who did not get adopted while in his earthly form. He did not find his forever home much like some children in foster care who are shuttled through a system until adulthood. Upon his earthly death he became a spirit, a guardian to his assigned foster child. His guardian spirit manifested in her discovery of his stuffed animal toy form. In her wishes and dreams he became her guide to her hearts true desire to not feel alone, segregated and sometimes unloved.
The name Rose Marie Lynn is a combination of my birth mother’s middle name, my middle name and my daughters middle name. Each generation of women living a better life than the previous yet not without its challenges. Triplicate, trinity, traid, groups of three’s, another subject I have fascination with. It seemed fitting to apply these three names to this story of love, hope and acceptance.