Well, last week we traveled to Gram’s house for the last time, when we went to California for her memorial service and gathered in her honor. At some point, the great grand-kids started picking up the oranges, found her juicer, and went to work, producing a tremendous supply of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
I can tell you this, they learned from a woman who modeled generous, kind-hearted hospitality throughout her life. And they walked around, serving orange juice to all. Gram would have been joyously proud.