Cheryl May

Not My Father's Son

There is nothing like an untimely death to stun you into reality. Like a bucket of ice water thrown on an unsuspected sleeper, it shocks your senses. It was a beautiful summer day and I was working in the garden when I received a frantic call from my mother. She was not frantic about the news she was delivering; rather, she wanted to reach me before John May, Jr. did. She knew the shock of receiving a call from him would be just as disturbing as the dreadful news that was to come.