Lighting a yellow candle for the daffodils she would be making sure blossom perfectly right now

Mrs. Rhoades was the dearest neighbor a person could ever ask for. I was blessed with her sweet countenance and embracing demeanor as a growing child, that evolved to friendly chats and reminiscing as a grown adult. Our block is a darker place without your light, and I will miss seeing your beautiful face and your blossoming gardens as the seasons change.