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| The day it all began. Thanksgiving Day 1966. Joe Hart, Lucyann Ford Eyre and Pat and I. |
Thanksgiving Day. It is, of all the holidays, my favorite. It is a time to just hang out with family and friends, to laugh, share, and acknowledge that the best things in life are surrounding us in that moment. Even with the mixed emotions of this day for me, I am still surrounded by the memories of a life well lived and one that continues to grow.
I love my family. All of them…warts and all. I love the diversity of personalities. I love the laughter that sings through the air during our gatherings. I enjoy just sitting back and witnessing the banter that flows between them. A special energy that never gets tiring. The truth is, I just want more. Thank God for this holiday, when we can get together to just share time together.
I know from my childhood, that all family gatherings are not perfect. And when loss is on the table, there is a longing that is deep and painful.
It takes hard work, forgiveness, acceptance, and a generosity of spirit to be able to have year after year, the opportunities to share what is the best thing in life…our family and friends.
I know for me, it helps as I walk this world alone after losing Pat, that I am not really alone when it counts. I wish all of you the same opportunity to enjoy the family and friends that surround you in your everyday life.
Happy Thanksgiving.
