Oh my, @redheadpei, this beautiful and sad story made me cry. It's such a panoramic view of a life, from that blushing youthfulness through adulthood and on to Whatever is next. It's kind of heartbreaking to view a life through that lens, with the daily joys and pains left out so that we see only the snapshots along the way. And yet it is also such a wake-up call to be present and to live life fully and to make this life count. I hope in spite of his failed marriage that Johnny found happiness and that his children will carry forward the best of what he brought to this world.
I love the history of the May basket. It's a sweet tradition. Ours was kind of similar, but we placed the baskets on the doors of elderly people and those who needed cheering up. I don't remember that there was a romantic side to it. But my childhood was quite a long time ago, so perhaps there was!
It is a bittersweet story Jayna but I felt it was necessary to tell how Johnny and I took different paths since that May Basket evening.
From those innocent days of childhood to our last breath, so much happens in between. Yes, it is a wake up call to love and cherish the present time and make this life count.
A lovely and kind idea to put the basket on the doors of the elderly and those who needed cheering up. Speaking of elderly, one could be placed on my door too. 😊