The Writers' Corner ~ A Pesky Woman

She was a very pesky woman. A woman of whom the world would say "She is her own person." Her antics were embarrassing, she showed up at odd times. Sometimes at supper time when I had five pork chops for five people, I would give her mine. She was my friend!

She thought she had to "tell them", never dreaming that they already knew. And if you asked her to accommodate some simple thing, she would make it a point to do the opposite. She had a quirk - no one could tell her anything.

She took care of the plants in her church. She had to use the county hospital, and advised a doctor on the board of any infraction or mistreatment of patients that she saw.

While she could drive, she drove to flea markets and yard sales and spent pittances (all she had) on her friends. When our little group decided we would quit giving Christmas presents - who did not quit? My pesky woman.

When I couldn't afford career clothes, she brought me two blazers from a flea market. Better brands than I could ever buy.

When my daughter had to have a bridesmaid dress I couldn't afford to have made, she made it for her it beautifully.

She said what she thought and it often hurt. She said I was faaaaat. At that time I was.

She took in her ex-husband and nursed him through cancer until he died in her home and back in love with her. (She had never stopped loving him.)

She made up her mind to do what she wanted. I am so glad that what she wanted to do was the right and loving thing.

Last November she died. I miss her.