On Sunday, Pearl died.
Almost 96 – and a feisty old ager at that! She was a friend that I will miss.
I first met Pearl when she was overseeing the local seniors home back in the 1970’s. She ran a tight ship – nothing seemed to escape her notice. And the residents benefitted from her advocacy for them.
I returned to Kindersley in 2005 – Pearl was still around. Advocating for a seniors complex for those not yet ready for full care, but wanting the amenities of meals and friends with the freedom to roam.
We would laugh over her dislike of my favourite hot drink – any tea with enough milk to cloud the tea taste! And crumpets – don’t get her started on that. At hymn sings she was always present and singing. Chats at morning devotions were always lively.
Pearl – a true treasure.