Saturday, March 17, 2012
Seeking the Story
I remember in one of my last classes in college, a writing class, we read an article (my professor was the author) called, The Writer's Eye. His daughter crying was the photo that accompanied the article. I wish I could remember his name. I can see the xeroxed copy so clearly, his daughter's pouty lip and big tears, she might have been three in the photo. The article was an important piece that was a resource to our final project.
Our final paper was suppose to be a personal narrative to share with the class our last day. I remember toiling over what to write, probably because I knew what I needed to write about, however I was fighting the urge. I did it though. I wrote the story of my grandmother's last day. Every detail I could remember. The sensory detail was thick and tear provoking. I remember writing it, revising it, rewriting it, and finally reading it in class as everyone was silent. I remember feeling the healing that took place after the whole experience was over.
Today all I could think about was that piece of writing. How I wanted to read it, but I can't find it. It's really bothering me. I can only assume it is probably because I am afraid that maybe I have forgotten something, something important. I hope I find the story. I hope I can find that article too.