I have just written a card to an old friend whose wife died this year. She was such a force and it felt right saying so and hoping that his holidays will be filled with wonderful happy memories of her.
Even with the profound losses I have had this year I am so filled with gratitude for those people. My friend, Mary Pat. Every day I am using her as my standard bearer. I am challenged to do better and be a better me. Mom. I sit here tracing the roadmap of veins on the photo of her hands that I keep on the bulletin board right next to my computer. I am so very thankful for her and all the moments with her. All the moments. All of them. I do feel their love. I do believe in love. I believe it doesn't die. Love is eternal.
The week will march on to Friday. That will be our Thanksgiving celebration. With all the proper trimmings. Adhered to in fear of the tradition police, whom I raised myownself. They hold my feet to the fire. And I am so very thankful for every one of them...children, children-in-laws, grandchildren. It IS a wonderful life.
Shalom.
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