A Rong Turn in my Generation

I lady Ash of a huge mansion has yet to explore the house that I have owned from 1888 till this present day. I'm obviously not alive but am a ghost that has roamed this place for years and have never left. My great, great,  great..............great grand daughter now roams the corridors of the mansion whith her daughter Rose. Lady Grace (Roses mother) died yesterday day, of age and had a choice like the rest of us, die or continue our lives ,I looked in front and beind. Which way? I wonderd as she febbely looked each way and stepped into the door that the rest of her generation hadn't. Life. She had chosen the other door and all we did was stare in a confused way ghosts do.