Early this morning my grandmother, Pearl Pearlman, died. Grandma Pearl is the grandmother to my right. She was 98, and she died peacefully in her sleep. She lived her last four months in the loving care of my parents, in their guest room, on the second floor.
GWP is going to be pretty quiet today, as I work on something to be read at her funeral in Minneapolis later this week.
Go in peace, rest in peace, Grandma Pearl. We love you.