I bought a pomegranate. Yes, I bought a pomegranate. I was in the store and walked by the display. My first thoughts were of my mom. My mom would always buy me a pomegranate. When I was a little girl, spending money on one was a very big deal. Long before they were considered healthy, they were a huge treat for me. I would spend hours pulling it apart to suck on the little seeds inside. Everything I touched would turn red! I bought a pomegranate because my mother can no longer buy one for me!
The month of October was not a great month for me. Between dealing with a questionable rash my mom developed and ultimately a change of doctors for her, I also had to deal with added stresses at work causing a tremendous amount of changes.
Ironically I do not like change. However, my mom has been changing before my eyes every day I visit. Gone is the vibrant, smiling, dancing, woman I called my mom. Every once in a while she will give me a smile but it is like with a baby. I don't know if she is smiling at me, because of me, or smiling due to other reasons.
November is now upon us and winter is around the corner. Pomegranates are in season. Just looking at my pomegranate brings back all of my wonderful memories of my mom buying them for me. How lucky was I that my mom would spend so much money on one for me every November.
I bought a pomegranate. I am not sure if I will cut it and eat it. I might just look at it.
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