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As Thanksgiving approaches, I find myself more emotional and reflective of the many milestones in our long family history, both happy and sad, that have taken place at this time of the year.  While many holidays are based on religious observance, Thanksgiving is an opportunity to share the feast, created by many hands, gathered in one home.

As we enter my sister’s home, I am reminded of the passage of time; there are those who are no longer with us, but whose spirit I carry in my heart.  There are beautiful babies and grandchildren to marvel at.  New spouses have joined in our family celebrations and the branches continue to grow and spread out.

Each offering of food has been created with love and the menu composed to provide for Dad’s favorite flavors (we are good daughters).  Great grandparents sit with four generations in a home that continues to stretch its walls each year.

It is a blessing to still be able to gather and celebrate each other’s presence.  Surrounded by those whom we love and cherish, sensitivities and emotions can run high.  We each have our vulnerabilities and differing views among our interdependence.  We are close, or far, but connected nonetheless.

For this, and throughout the year, I have gratitude.

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May you always have food on your table, friends and family to support you, and good memories to shelter you from harm.
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4 Comments

  1. Beautifully written. We do not celebrate this in Sweden, but I understand it is very much celebrated elsewhere, especially in the US.

    • Thank you so much for the compliment, it means a great deal. A day set aside to gather and eat good food ~ what’s not to love? 🙂

  2. Beautiful sentiments, my friend. enjoy your time toegther

    • Thank you Lisa. I always hope that I don’t say the wrong thing and upset my adult children, but it is wonderful to see so many generations. It brings me the “mother hen” look as my mother used to call it.


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