Thanksgiving

It was our first Thanksgiving in our new home with Grammy.  It was our first Thanksgiving without Papa.  We had the usual dinner and there were no fruit salad mishaps this year.  Mom and I reminisced about that in the morning.  Dave had spilled a whole big bowl of fruit salad in the days before grocery stores were open on Thanksgiving.  We have been telling that story every year since 1988.
We had the usual guest list.  Nine.  It was nine last year also.  This year, no Dave, but Mike was there.  He said it was his first Thanksgiving with us in a long long time and I think he is right.  Guess the stars aligned.  Thanks Dave. 
I was feeling a bit nostalgic.  I was remembering last year and all of us being there for, with Dave.  Those who loved him dearly.  My heart warms every time I think of Israel taking time out of his family holiday to come visit Dave.  Last year was a good holiday. 
This year was a good holiday, just in a different way.  I touched base with Israel and let him know I was thinking about him and how much I appreciated him last year. 
So we are thankful for each other and the time we spend together.  We are grateful for being able to take walks and study nature, for doing artwork and quiet time.  We are thankful for the good health that we have and the food we enjoy.  We are grateful for a roof over our heads and the time we had with Papa. 
Light and love Dave.  Light and love family.