Aunt Donna had a love for cherries. She shared that love with K-. I would get weekly calls. "Amy, the cherries aren't ready yet." "Aimmmmmmmm-eeeee! The cherries are ready! Bring K- over and I have some for her."
Aunt Donna taught K- how to spit cherry seeds. Now, it sounds and is a disgusting habit, but I figured if that was what they were going to do, I'd at least spot them so that they didn't hit pedestrians with flying cherry pits/seeds. "Hold on. Hold on. Okay-- now!" They would sit on her bench, spit them from the 7th floor balcony and you would hear the little 'ting' when they hit.
On Sunday, I was walking through the produce section with K-. Tears suddenly started running down my face. "K-, how are we going to know when the cherries are ready?"