As most of you know I am taking a writing class. I am working on a memoir focused on Jewel. I plan to post some of my assignments––scenes that may show up in the memoir. They are for your interest and to provide me with feedback.

I'm trapped in this flat. It’s nice––roomy, high ceilings, and a wonderful view––but I want to go home. My parents must be worried sick. He will not let me go. He us taking a shower. Now is my chance. I am out the door. I'm going down the hall. I’ m at the elevator. I push the down button. Soon the elevator is here. I get in. I push the button that says MAIN FLOOR. I get out on the main floor. I don’t know which way to go. I'll go out the front door. This is a busy street. The sign says University Avenue. I turn right. I  see Mount Timpanogas. My home is at the foot of Timp. My mother calls it the queen of the West. Pleasant Grove the most beautiful town in the world.

I'll just walk down University Avenue toward Timp. I will soon be home.

I've been walking quite a few blocks. It’s cold. It’s getting dark. I wonder how long it will take me to get to Pleasant Grove. I’m scared. I'm getting tired. Maybe I should find somebody to call Larry. He will be worrying about me. I'll go into the 7-Eleven store.

“I need some help. I am going to Pleasant Grove but I got lost. Can you call my husband. His name is Larry.” 

“What is your number?”

“Ah. I don’t know.”

“Do you know where you live?”

“I live in a tall grey building.”

A policeman comes through the door. 

“I am looking for a woman named Jewel Knight”. She has Alzheimer’s Disease and wandered from home. We traced he from a device she wears on her wrist. She should be in this area.” 

 

“I am Jewel Olpin Knight."

"Your husband is worried about you Jewel. We will give you a ride home.”

“Oh, Thank you I’m so sorry to cause you so much trouble.”

It is kind of fun to ride in a police car. The policeman is friendly. We got to the Wells Fargo building. Larry meets us in the parking garage. I am glad to see him. I know he will take care of me. He kisses me and it feels good. He tells me he is sorry that I got lost. He said it was his fault because he didn’t keep track of me. It was not his fault. He is not my boss. I went out because I wanted to go home. I like it here. I love Larry. This is a beautiful place to live. But I miss my parents. I want to go home.

Now I really am imprisoned. He put some buttons on the front door. He pushes some of the buttons when he wants to open it. I watch him carefully, but when I push the buttons I can’t open the door. 

He seems like a nice man. He is my good friend. He gives me chocolate milk and ice cream bars. He sleeps next to me. I hope my mother doesn’t find out, but it seems right. I feel safe and loved when he sleeps with me. But he won't let me go home. He said my parents died. It made me so sad. I hear cars outside my window. There is a lot of traffic. I'm tired. I think I will go to sleep.

Meaning and Book Club

Two things:

This article is very interesting to me. I happened to read it as I was simultaneously sort of reading  this talk from conference . In church we talked about D&C 122 when Christ says that no matter what happens to Joseph, if even the very jaws of hell gape open wide after him, it will be for his good because
8 The ^aSon of Man hath ^bdescended below them all. Art thou greater than he?

I think Mom and Dad have shown us a lot about what it means to find meaning in life. I also think that it must be true that God knows us, and while things might not get fixed, we can be comforted. 

That's the first thing.

The second thing is this:

Dad is taking this class. You'll see a list of books. I thought maybe we could pick a few of them to read this winter for family book club. We don't need to do the Road obviously, but we could pick of Mice and Men, etc. 

Also, Asher just walked in and said, I really love you, Mom and I hope you never die.
I said, thank you, Asher. I love you too.
Then he said, I hope you always stay the same number so you can always do what you want to do and not get Alzheimer's. 

I wish Mom could be doing what she wanted to do. But maybe in a way she is, from an eternal perspective. Or maybe not. This is just what I'm thinking. 

I'm not sure anyone reads this anymore.