Thanksgiving Dawn
Dear Joseph, It has been a couple of years since I have wandered back to this blog and felt the urge to write. This Thanksgiving morning dawns crisp and clear outside, the sun a thin but promising glow across the horizon. I have candles lit and our house smells like holidays. The Christmas tree went up early this year. Times of Covid has meant, for me, the dismissal of some boundaries in order to embrace the happiness that is readily available. It is the low hanging fruit, waiting to be plucked. I refuse to yearn too hard for the things out of reach - travel, big family gatherings, people who aren't with us anymore. Those things will come back around. Every single one of them, you included. The "I can hardly wait" feelings of the past that held so much pain, sorrow and anger have softened at the edges and I feel more and more secure in my relationship with you now than I believed possible when you first died. Since I last wrote, we have adopted Gimli, a wonderful little ...
