The Pearl

 

Her name was Pearl, but we called her Miss Young. 

We loved her. 

She was bright and happy and wore a shining smile. She worked hard until cancer took over. She would tell story after story about her family, her husband, the quarry, her daughter's tragic death, her own long and beautiful life. She hadn't had it easy, but she was anything but bitter. She loved life and people. She always had candy for us. 

Her house was old and smelled old. You felt like you were taken into another time in history when you were with her. Her yard was filed with flowers and beautiful trees. She loved her flowers. 

I went by her house today and picked these blossoms. She's been dead for a long time, but her flowers still bloom.

And we still miss her.