My current project, my memoir, “The Path Taken” has reached it’s final stages before publication. Here are a couple bites for you all to taste before it is published in a few months.
I do not set out to blame or hurt only to tell a story in hopes that someone somewhere may benefit from mine and my family’s experiences. I want my friends and family to know these are my memories and interpretations of events. After all a memoir is by definition the author’s memories not necessarily the exact historical facts and timeline.
The Path Taken
Beginning My Journey
Have you ever thought back in time and found that point where life as you knew it changed forever? That pivotal, monumental moment, when life veered off into a completely different path. The path taken, the crossroads, the fork in the road, you know all the clichés heard over and over. It’s the one moment in time, the almost perfect moment, for your do over.
My moment woke me up from a sound sleep around 4 am this morning. I felt my husband get out of bed, heard him open and close the bedroom door, go into the bathroom come through the door again. I heard him breathing, not asleep breathing, the wee hour’s kind. As if standing at the side of the bed pondering a few seconds. “Should I stay up or get back into bed and sleep a little longer?” Suddenly I realized He hadn’t gotten up at all, he was quietly and peacefully sleeping next to me. Was I dreaming? Maybe?
Looking back, as I write this down, it was the opening and closing of the doors that was the important part. My mind was unlocking, opening and closing behind me a well hidden door. Crossing the hall to the next door to discovery, realization and understanding of why I am who I am today. Hiding memories of the moment that would lead me to the path taken.
I Walk through Hell
Fuzzy worked as a structural iron worker on a crew that constructed high-rise steel beam buildings. With this type of work, 60 to 80 hours a week, you build up enormous physical strength. As is customary construction workers provide their own hand tools. In Fuzzy’s collection of tools he had what is known as a “spud wrench” that was approximately 18 to 24 inches long and quite heavy. For some odd reason he had two of these. One was kept in his car with his other tools the second one was kept on top of our refrigerator. This wrench would no longer be used to build; rather it would now be used as a weapon to destroy but not as much as the hands that used it.
The Dawn Breaks on a New Path
Today is the day I let the hole close, let it complete its digestion of me. I will never get out I’ll be gone forever.
Damn my plans have been interrupted again. My roommates are insisting I go to a party with them. Why won’t they just go away and leave me alone? Must I come out and put that mask back on? Fine but just for today, this is it, tomorrow the pinhole will be closed completely never to open again. Everyone will be better off without me, especially my girls.
Notes on my complete story
I am the source of the events in “The Path Taken” they are me and I am them. I am currently in the process of publishing my manuscript into book and ebook form. Therefore the conclusion can only be obtained by reading the book.
Thank you for your interest, Nora