While visiting my grandmother today I went outside with the kids for about an hour and we picked about a gallon of blueberries right off the bush. At one point I excitedly thought I'd go inside and show Papa how much we'd picked. But then reality kicked back in and I continued picking berries through teary eyes. I picked way more than we needed. As weird as it may sound I think I was trying to make myself forget again that he's gone. That momentary lapse of reality sure was nice...even if it was only for a moment. I sure do miss my Papa.
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Those are some sweet looking blueberries....wish I had some.
Second that from Charlotte, and I bet your Papa wouldn't mind sharing in the bounty as well.
So where is this blueberry bush? Papa, Jay and the girls did once show me where to get scupperongs and Papa showed me those tiny lemons on that wild thorn bush. I think he said it was used as a property barrier during the civil war? Is this blueberry bush another one of those only-direct-blood-line secrets like those family reunion meetings?
Nah, Nikki, it's on the front corner of the house, about 15 feet from the side (mud room) door. Go pick some. We hardly picked half of them. There's at least another gallon of ripe ones on the bush right now, and plently more ripening up.
I feel your angst, brother. I miss my grandparents terribly.
Hey Man, When my dad passed there were certain things that I saw or experienced that made me think of him. A movie that I knew he would have liked, reading a book he read, a shirt that I had that reminded me of him, photos, songs... So many things. At first those things made me cry at missing him. After a while those things just made me introspective and I was able to simply thank God for the things that my dad had left me. Then those same things just left me with a smile. In time that same blueberry bush will make you smile. I hope that time comes soon. BLUEBERRIES = : )
Tim
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