My Grandmother

My grandmother was born on June 15, 1905. She would have been 104 years old if she lived that long. But she did not. She passed away. But I remember her often. Every June 15th and then on different occasions.Very often my memories get triggered with pears. Shortly before she died she really wanted a piece of that fruit but it was not available. It was early spring in Krasnodar and I could not find any. The worst thing is that I did not even try. The time has changed. Almost all fruits are available all year round now and each time I see a pear I think of her and then my memories take my to some episode in my life connected with her. In fact it was this June 15th that I though of starting a personal blog, to share things which I am thinking about and still not to impose them on anyone. Or should I be more open on Facebook? After all they ask you to share what's on your mind. I will have to think about this.