Today is Thanksgiving and I am divided.
For all the thirty-some years that Chuck and I spent together, this celebration was all his. This was the time to get together with his family, whether it was family by blood or family by any other means. And to eat and drink and have a wonderful time.
And we did have a wonderful time, which is why I feel so divided.
As a Dane it means very little to me, but as a person who has spent more years away from The Old Country, it means a lot to have this anchor, this once a year to meet old friends and reminisce about the year that passed
only
I seem to have lost connection with that part of my life.
To-night, here in Mismaloya, I shall reheat some rice from yesterday's dinner and fry a couple of sausages and that will be my thanksgiving dinner.
But I am thankful.
truly I am.
I have good health, I have a wonderful family in Washington and I have a wonderful family in Denmark .
Now that is being doubly blessed.
So who cares if you don't get to eat turkey.
1 comment:
Jeg ville ønske at jeg kunne give dig et kæmpe stort knus og sidde og tale med dig og høre alle dine spændende historier.
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