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.
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