A horrible loss

Barbara Seranella
Born April 30, 1956
Died January 21, 2007

I just learned that my good friend Barbara Seranella, 50, a bestselling mystery author, died peacefully yeserday at the Cleveland Clinic with her husband Ron and her brother Dr. Larry Shore at her side. She was waiting for a third liver transplant. We were emailing back and forth just ten days ago.

I knew she was really, really sick, and it didn't look good, but if you thought that was the end of the story, you didn't know Barbara. She was the most stubborn person I know. And the most generous. She helped me out when I was nobody and she had no reason to. We toured together. I've stayed at her house. I loved her.

Rest in peace, Barbara.



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Condolences. I'm sorry to read this--she sounds like a remarkable woman.
She packed a lot into those 50 years. She cheated death a number of times, starting with when she was 14 and ran away from home to join a motorcycle gang.
The last time I saw her in person, she was incredibly skinny and kind of yellow (because her second transplant wasn't working too well). At first it was a shock, but after a few minutes you got past that and she was just Barbara.
Now I wish I had flown down to her 50th birthday party. I had seen her just a few days before, in Portland, so I didn't.

She's been going on grit alone for probably 18 months.
She introduced me to someone at Amazon back in the day who really helped my career along. If I had been Barbara, I would have kept that person my own little secret. She also did the same with the head mystery buyer for Borders. I did help her get a gig at Powells, but that was scant payback.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I have a friend like that, too (who helped me out when I was nobody and she had no reason to)...but I can't say I know how you feel.
She's managed for the last two years to keep going when a lot of other people would have given up in the beginning. I guess I thought she would keep doing it.

Obviously I'm not getting any work done.
I knew it was going to happen, but somehow I didn't believe it. She could make you believe in anything.
So sorry to hear that--I lost a writer friend last month and it's still got me really, really down.
I remember that. It's weird beause everyone I know that knows her I know on email, not someone here I can talk to in person. I'm going to have to go home and tell my daughter. She really liked Barbara, too.

I've had two or more years to get used to the idea, but Barbara made you think she could do anything she put her mind to.
I can only try to emulate her. But inimitable. She swore like a sailor and had a soft side, too.
I need to appreciate those I love more. The thing was with Barbara was that we did appreciate each other. She's been so sick for so long that you knew not to hold back.
I'm so very sorry your dear friend passed away. God hold her soul close, God bless her family, and God bless you.
I think she had grown closer to God as her health deteriorated. But she never believed she would lose the fight.
I'm so sorry to hear that. Barbara's essay that you shared with us was touching and inspiring and makes me think she fought, loved and lived to the full until the very end.

It's hard losing a friend. My thoughts are with you.
Knowing Barbara, she was also glad to get her essay in thinking it would help her next book. She always wanted to be successful (and she was), but it's funny she was so generous, too. Ususally those two things don't go together.