No, it’s not that I had nothing to say. Rather, I had too much to say. I stayed with my Mom on the one-year anniversary of my Stepdad’s passing. My Mom and I reflected on the past and tried to imagine the path into the future. We had a special visit from an unexpected traveler, and were further reminded of the spirit of the day as we shared a Thanksgiving meal with generous neighbors who opened their doors and hearts to whomever needed that human connection. Thanksgiving remains to me one of the most important days of the year.
So often these days, I’m filled with sorrow over close friends and family who are suffering with health and/or financial problems or loss of loved ones. At the same time, I am filled with gratitude for the glimmer of hope that shines, reminding us that things will get better. And what better reminder than welcoming a newborn child into the family? My niece and her husband celebrated this Thanksgiving with their first-born child–a beautiful, healthy baby boy.
We have little choice but to deal with what is on the plate in front of us. The alternative is to give up and give in to a deep, dark hole that has the power to consume us. I’m thankful that as human beings, many of us continue to summon up hope where none seems possible. And when we can’t, we can access the support of friends and loved ones who can. It may be tempting at times to give our souls away to fear, sorrow, and regret, but we must resist the temptation.
I’m so grateful for the people in my life who have been there to remind me to have hope in my darkest hours, and I hope I have been there for them, too–to hold a hand, lend an ear, give a hug. We are all here for each other. May God’s blessings and good fortune follow you all the days of your life. A belated but Happy Thanksgiving to you all!