My new grapefruit tree

A new season, a new beginning.

When I was undergoing an extremely challenging time some thirty years ago, my Dad told me,

“What appears to be the end is just a new beginning.”

My beloved Dad left me last December and as I now undergo yet another challenging time, his words rang in my ears.

Reminders of his words, in fact, came from seeing grapefruits in my garden.

Such beautiful irony.

 

In our previous house, we had a big grapefruit tree.  We loved that tree.  Those grapefruits were one of the best we ever tasted.  From its bounty, we ate them with brown sugar (so juicy and refreshing), drank as fresh juices, used in cooking recipes and made many jars of chutneys.  If only we could take that grapefruit tree with us when we moved.

Now after three (or maybe four) years, this new grapefruit tree of mine finally bore fruits.  When I walked into my ‘secret’ (because it is in the hidden part, not the main) garden, a pleasant sight awaits.

There lies my new grapefruit tree, just about five feet tall with bunches of ripe goodsized grapefruits.

A new season.  That signifies a new beginning for me indeed.

In the last fourteen years, I woke up each morning, five days a week, driving on the same route, heading to the same place.  Now come tomorrow, I will no longer be doing that.  It may sound sad, overwhelmed with uncertainty but it is time to let go and get out of my comfort zone and find my true potential.

Remembering my Dad’s words of encouragement, I stay strong.

Love you, Papa.

I am so blessed.

God is my strength and you are my Papa, my mentor.

What appears to be the end is just a new beginning.

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