Every Christmas, when I was a young'un, my Grandmother, who lived in Chicago, would send my Dad a fruitcake. She would make it, wrap it and mail it just like Shawn did. Then she started buying them, from a company that's here in GA. I thought that was hilarious, buy a fruitcake in Chicago, made in a city not far from Atlanta and ship it back to Atlanta. SMH. I didn't like it because it was super sweet, dense as a brick and weighed a ton. (still don't) But those cakes made my dad so happy. Now I understand. It was the memories. 😊 I wish I could buy him one now, but at 95, that would be too rich for his system and he would try to eat it all in one night. 🤣
This was a wonderful story. You never know what small thing you do and send out into the universe affects the lives of others. Thanks.