I was going to write about my son and how he told his bus driver that his favorite thing about Thanksgiving was being with his family.
I was going to write about how I can’t stop thinking about those of you who are alone today and those of you who are hungry.
I was going to write about those of you who are unloved.
I was going to write about those of you who are ungrateful and petulant even though you have so much to be grateful for.
I was going to write about those of you who are loved and take that love for granted.
I was going to write about how sometimes it was cold enough that the lake would be frozen at Thanksgiving.
I was going to write about how we came home after traveling for many months and as we drove onto the island there was a beautiful sunset and I didn’t care that my hair was in knots from being pressed up against the headrest in the car for so long. I didn’t think about how soon it would Thanksgiving and my mother was dead and would always be dead.
I only cared that we were together and that we were home.
I hope you find your home today, the one inside of you that no one can take away. I hope you are warm and fed. If no one else is thankful for you today, I give my thanks to you.