The Art of Living Part One
Helen Caccumise was a very inspirational person. She loved drawing, painting, music
and reading books. She owned a Veterans home in Greenwich Ohio, where I live. She
has known my grandma Sandy for thirty years. They started the Veterans Home
together. I always went up to the veterans home when I was little; it was around the
time I started to call Helen, Granny Helen. She was a second mother to everyone. She
would be the one to say that everyone looks for the perfect life to step into. They take
all the right paths to get where they want to go, but no matter what, they always come
back home to themselves. I usually went up there to hang out with a guy named Pat, he
was a veteran. He went into the service when he was in his twenties. We were best
friends but then something happened and everything changed when Megan (Helen’s
Daughter) took over the veteran’s home. Helen lived in the house across from ours, so i
always went to her house. She bought me my first ferby. She was the one that told my
sister if she ate a full cigarette that she would be a smoker when she got older. Of
course my sister ate it; guess what she is now a full time smoker, it’s funny how things
work out that way.I’m writing about what happened the day Helen died because it’s still
fresh in my memory, like it happened yesterday. I’m still getting over the loss of her. I
spent most of my time with Helen because she helped me through my troubled times
and she always wanted to listen to me play my bass guitar. So I owe her everything I
own. If writing this memoir would help me find a way to get rid of the guilt then I’ll do it.
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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