Each week, many of our residents meet for Creative Writing Group with Lisa McKenzie. The class offers a creative outlet and the opportunity to flex their writing muscles.
This month, we’d like to highlight a short essay by Edith Samuels:
How closely I observed my father as I was growing up, storing fragments of his life without even realizing it, like pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle I still haven’t completed. I continue to turn the bits and pieces around and around, fitting them together, noticing ones I have ignored or forgotten along the way.
My picture of my father is becoming more and more complex, richer with memories and a gentler understanding that age brings.
“Daddy, did you or I have any inkling of how important you have been to me in making me the person I am?”
