This is a story I wrote for an English Composition class in 1995. The story is factual, with the exception of my “thought” interjections. I have been looking for this written work well over a decade and probably close to 15 years. Today, I found it stored among other important papers. The essay was turned upside down and stored carefully away apparently waiting for just the right moment to be found. As a preface, Helen is my grandmother. Betty Lou, is my mother and never knew Helen as her mother. Read the paper and then read my comments after the images.
I was extremely moved when I read the comments by the prof. I just re-read The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins, less than three days ago. My daughter and I attended her father’s funeral 2 weeks ago. She never knew him. Life beyond what we know it has some forces that are so strong.