My mother’s memory of her first Thanksgiving overseas with the love of her life, her new husband, resonates deeply with me. She was about to enter another world and a free life, something she had not known before. In counting my blessings, I think of her and both of my parents, who profoundly understood what the important things in life were. They passed that lesson on not merely in words but through the way they lived their lives. Though their funds were lacking, their vision was not.
As we prepare to gather with loved ones around a homey hearth, if only in our minds, or pine for familiar, favorite foods as our foundation of love, we may be reminded that nostalgia isn’t what it used to be. We do the best we can in the here and now, as we fondly remember some of what was.
So let’s be kind to one another, maintain a sense of humor, and not fret if the gravy is lumpy.