When I was 6, I started a tradition of leaving a Maybasket every May Day on our neighbor Grace’s front door. When I was away, my mom made sure she got one. When I had kids, I taught them my tradition. Every year, without fail…Grace got a Maybasket, even when she was in the nursing home and couldn’t recognize me. This was my 2nd May Day without Grace…..and I have to say, I am feeling a bit lost. Happy May Day up in Heaven Grace.