It shouldn’t surprise many that jelly reminds me of grandma Vera. Tonight I had some raspberry rhubarb jelly on my pb&j. For those who knew my Vera, you know she was famous for her jellies and jams! I actually didn’t realize you could buy jam in a grocery store until I was well passed middle school! I kinda figured everyone had a grandma who made jelly!

My grandma passed away in February just a few days after Justin’s surgery in Mayo. He was still in the ICU so I didn’t make it back for the funeral. As luck would have it the ground was still frozen so she wasn’t buried until today with grandpa. Just like peanut butter and jelly, grandma and grandpa where always inseparable. Even in death months apart they still managed to be laid to rest together.

I sat and stared at that peanut butter and jelly sandwich for awhile tonight thinking of them. I’m glad my favorite sandwich reminds me of two wonderful people. Im sure they are sitting around a table tonight in heaven playing pinochle!