I remember Grandma saying once, “When life gives you a lemon, squirt someone in the eye!”
I would tell her, “No Grandma... I’ll make some lemonade then no one has to cry!”
She would smile at me and then disappear into to her back room.
She would do that often to play with her stinky perfume.
On the porch we would sit and stare up at the clouds.
After tasting my lemonade she would say “Thank you my grandson, again… you have made me proud.”
“You make good lemonade and your kindness has no bounds!” she would touch me and say.
Those are times I wish Father Time just didn't have to take away.