This is from last year, in case you missed it. Not much has changed, other than we aren’t going for Chinese food this year. We are going to a friend’s house, the people who share their beautiful home in Ojai, for a buffet style dinner with lots of people including the family that has been part of our tradition for those many years. Hopefully, it won’t be too bad, but there will be some sadness amongst the gaiety. It is still impossible to celebrate here in our own home, where we had so many celebrations. That empty chair is overwhelming, still. Probably always will be.
Well, here it is. Thursday. Thanksgiving. One day before another 28th. Wouldn’t it have been ironic if … well, anyway.
This year it feels like someone else’s holiday.
Oh yes, I have much to be grateful for. I have a house to live in. I have food to eat. When I turn on the tap, fresh clean water runs out in unlimited quantities. I have a box on the wall on which, when I get cold, I flip a switch and heat comes out to warm our home. I have some work that I do that is meaningful to me. I have a wife who loves me, friends and family who care for us. I have a car that runs, and money to buy gas for it. I have clothes to wear. I have my health, mostly, and the wherewithal to get medical care when I need it. I can…
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