Thanksgrieving- Reflections on The Second "First"
Thanksgiving memories... Early morning cuddles and the first “Happy Thanksgiving, honey” of the day. A morning cup of coffee delivered bedside, along with another kiss, and a quick review of the to-do list in advance of our Thanksgiving gathering. A morning walk with Charlie. Or Lucy. Or Tracy, Spencer, Bear, Katie, or Kitty - beloved members our four-legged fur family through the years. 9:00 am. The TV is tuned to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, while the aroma of sautéing veggies signals the beginnings of turkey and dressing prep. As I cook, memories of the Thanksgivings of my childhood fill my head. I feel my dad’s presence, emulating his culinary skills, from the precise vegetable dicing to the simmering turkey broth that will eventually flavor tonight’s gravy. Tables and chairs take their positions in advance of arriving loved ones. Furniture is moved to accommodate the additional seating for friends and family. No one should be alone on Thanksgiv