I wasn’t going to write a post today, but have come to an epiphany. My Mom has been gone for six months now. I am tired of feeling sorry for myself. Grieving will continue, but I no longer wish it to be the first thing I think of when I arise each morning. There are so many things to be grateful for and this Thanksgiving I will share some with you, as many of you have shared with me.
1. Having known and been able to enjoy and care for my mother in her waning years.
2. For my Mom’s death to have been peaceful and with dignity.
3. For the love of my family.
4. For the love of my friends (and, you all are included here).
5. For my babiez, Grover and Miss Esau Marie (my little Stinky McFartbutt).
6. My home.
7. My job.
I am also grateful for my faith, but that is something I carry deep and find difficult to talk about. But, if you look at my list, I think it is extremely impressive. I did not list my knitting. It has been sporadic at best and nominal at least. I hope that this weekend will enable me to sit with my knitting and reconnect a bit.
Have a wonderful day. No matter how you spend it. And, because this is rather serious, and God forbid I should be completely serious, here is the Swedish Chef and “Skewering a Torkey”;-D