It’s Thanksgiving, and I’m counting my blessings.
It’s hard to do. But also easy. Life is full of contradictions now, and always will be, I guess.
When one is missing, the absence is as sharp and noticeable as the presence of others is visible, and sweet.
But it’s not only Alex who’s gone. We’re missing so many from our family. A good number are on the other side now. It’s tempting to get lost in that reality, to focus on the years gone by.
But if memories of other Thanksgivings are part of this day, we’re also mindful of the good things of life. There are so many to count.
We talked about the list before eating. One of the mentions was “thankful not to be homeless.” This, from the five-year-old in our group. What does it say about our society, that this is so common? And that five-year-olds are aware this happens?
So we talk a bit about that, and other things. The usual, and the normal: family, friends, love, relationships. The physical. Food. Pets. The good stuff.
It’s a day to savor, and to mark. I try to practice gratitude every day, and most of the time I’m successful. There is always, always, something to be thankful for.
But it’s meaningful to do it as a group, oldest to youngest, to acknowledge all the things. Maybe one day, we won’t need to reference the issues of the homeless. Or watch news stories of soldiers celebrating far from home.
Happy Thanksgiving, wherever you find yourself. May you have many good things to count, and more to come in the future.
And God bless us, every one!
One thought on “Thanksgiving, 2018”
definitely a day of mixed emotions for many of us….thanks for the reminder it’s okay to have both.