<p>In everyone&rsquo;s life, there is a moment...a time...a decision you make or fail to make that changes the entire direction of your life. And today you see it as a pattern repeating itself over and over like a broken record. For me, it happened about thirty years ago when I was seven going on eight.&nbsp;</p><p>Little did I know that it actually began long before I was born. A similar moment in time... a decision made that would define one legacy, and become the postscript for another. Through the eyes of a child... from one generation to the next... what path do we take?</p><p>The grave was smaller than I remembered. I should have expected that. Memories don&rsquo;t seem to adjust proportionately with age. While remembering, I&rsquo;m always seven going on eight.</p><p>TO: Detective Ron Steele, Cloverdale Police Dept,&nbsp;112&nbsp;Broad St. Cloverdale, CA 94525</p><p>RE: Our Discussion of Found Manuscript</p><p>Dear Detective Steele,</p><p>As we discussed enclosed is the manuscript recovered during our home remodel. Again, the workers said it was inside the wall behind a patch in the lath and plaster. The pages were not numbered. I numbered them in red ink before I realized what I was reading (sorry).</p><p>I don&rsquo;t know if it has any value, but after you&rsquo;ve completed your investigation, if the manuscript is not considered evidence I would like to have it returned.</p><p>As always, I&rsquo;m available to answer any questions you may have.</p><p>Sincerely,</p><p>Jennifer Haley</p>