the thought sweeps through my mind as I smell the Jergen’s lotion rubbed into my hands in the church bathroom on Sunday morning. The scent of Jergen’s always reminds me of my grandma. She’s been gone a long time. Gone but not forgotten because of love and Jergen’s. 

Grandma served what she loved. Her five grandchildren. Especially her two grandsons. I see Grandma rubbing Jergen’s lotion onto their sunburned skin. Those beloved boys of hers who worked the field tending the tomatoes our family sold in the summer back in those days.