From Michelle Pearl

We have this neighbor who's son loves to play basketball at 10pm or later. One day Sharon posted that she didn't think she was that old but this kid was playing basketball late at night. I posted to her, "I thought it was just me." We would talk back and forth about this kid. The winter after Sharon passed, that kid was back playing basketball. One night, I was fed up & confronted the kid and talked to his father. No more basketball after 10pm. As I walked back to my house, I looked up in the sky and said "Sharon, that's for you and smiled."