Aww, Howie ... I'm glad your Grandma had a good, long life, but its hard to let go of a loved one, after all, you've never known life without her in it! (((hug)))
One of my favourite childhood food memories is of the huge mulberries on the trees in our frontyard. I swear they just don't grow them that big now (unless its just that my hands were much smaller back then)
Mum would do her best to collect them to make pies and jams but she didn't have much luck because she always had to chase off the neighbourhood kids who'd pick them as soon as they were ripe!
I remember days not bothering to come in for lunch - we'd just eat handfuls of plump, juicy, sweet mulberries.
Our hands would literally be stained purple by the end of the day (oh and then my little girlfriends and I discovered they could be used as lipstick - what a sight we were!) Mmmmm, mulberries....