Grapefruits

Every time I finish off a grapefruit and squeeze out the remaining juice its always gives me such a feeling of satisfaction and the taste of it reminds me of trips to Florida and visits with my Grandma Kay. They had trees in the backyard to pick from and yesterday at the store I finally found grapefruits big enough to match the size of the ones we used to have.

As I sat here today eating it, it made me think of my Grandma, of the special memories spent with her, talking about jazz, education, stories, and life. These were some of my most cherished memories. And today I miss her, its been two years since she has been gone and I wish I could pick up the phone after thinking of her and say hi and tell her she is going to be the great grandma to a sweet baby girl. But oh how sweet that makes heaven. That Lord willing, someday she will know this sweet baby who we eagerly await the arrival of and that she can hear the wonderful stories Grandma told me and maybe even share a grapefruit together.

That would be sweet.