Thanksgiving. Happy times, food, family, full bellies. Kids playing, laughter, gratefulness.
As I reflect on Thanksgivings past, these are the things that come to mind. At the center of it all was always my mother. I remember as a child waking up to the smell of her turkey and dressing filling my bedroom with sweet aroma. The excitement of which of my cousins were going to be there. This year is different. This year, my mother is not here.
I feel like I took for granted all those years we spent Thanksgiving together. Out of 31 years I only missed one Thanksgiving Day with her. This will be my second. But this time I cannot pick up the phone and call her. This year there is an empty place.
I don’t remember if I was every truly thankful for my mother being in my life. I mean really truly thankful. Loosing my mom this year has changed my perspective on so many levels. So I beg of you, hug your mother. Make up with that relative that you just can’t swallow your pride enough to say the words, “I’m sorry.” to. Let it go. You never know when you will get another Thanksgiving together, or even another day. I have pictures of my last Thanksgiving with my mother. I will treasure them forever. I have pictures of my last Christmas with my father as well. We are not promised tomorrow. We only have today.
May the Lord bless you and keep you safe as we celebrate what we are thankful for and reflect on Thanksgivings past.