All Spring, John and I had been talking and planning on a trip to Colorado to visit his daughter and my goddaughter, Nicole. Monday, July 14, was going to be the first day of our adventure and we'd come back the following week.
And then there were the raspberries. The fruit hung heavy and thick.
"John," I said, "Let's postpone the trip until after the raspberries are picked"
"Was thinking the same thing," John replied.
So we decided to pick the raspberries. On July 19, John was killed in a car accident.