Thursday, March 14, 2013
Life's Mysteries 31 years on
My grandmother died 31 years ago this month. She was one of those people who is so much a part of me that I know she her own sequence in my DNA. My brother-in-law found my college essay in some of my Dad’s files and sent it along recently. In re-reading it I realized that writing has been a key part of how I express myself for a very (very) long time. I thought I might want to edit it, tweak a few things – you know, with age comes wisdom and all that. I realized that, no, actually, it still resonates all these years later – though it is clearly written by a young person. It is truly the best way I can think of to honor her memory. Below is a scan of the two-page essay.