Short Story : ' The Prime Time '

I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.

Jane was eighty years old when I met her and in what she called "the prime time." She had an old Cadillac that every Wednesday we would hop in and cruise out of town. Lucy would sit in the passenger side and talk to me about the most important things a woman needs to know always carry your lipstick with you, keep your pearls in your mattress, and never run out of love in your heart. She was under five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds but she was my rock and in a short time I grew to love her and cherish every moment I was lucky enough to spend with her. Little did I know the impact she would have on my life and how a little bit of love from Jane prove to get me a long way in life.

When I met Jane I had been deemed infertile by seven different doctors. I had suffered what they called a severely traumatized uterus in which later developed into endometriosis and a prolapsed uterus. I never had a chance of being what everyone called normal. Where I come from that is what you do you get married and you have babies. If you don’t have a child you are deemed unfit and looked down upon. I remember one time a lady told me " Well you must have done something to make God mad for him to take away the o...

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...dn’t bear to see what she was slowly becoming I knew there would be a day when she wouldn’t remember my name but I hoped she would remember my face. It was then that I finally realized what Lucy had given me without me even knowing it. She had given me sobriety, she had given me love, she helped me come to terms with my faith, but most of all she helped me find me.

Lucy has since passed away a few years back she was diagnosed with the final stages of Alzheimer 's and stage four breast cancer. When I seen her face staring back at me from the obituaries I did the only thing that seemed right. I dropped to my knees and I thanked God for the Angel he sent me when I didn’t deserve her and I prayed for him to help her find Harry. I knew she was no longer in pain and that she finally had the ending to her perfect fairy tale love. She didn’t have to love me but she did.