Some years ago now my grandpa PBUH passed unexpectedly just before Thanksgiving. I recall talking to him on the phone the week prior and happily telling him that I’d see him next week, but I never got to see him again. Everyone who knew my grandfather loved him. He would cheerfully talk to strangers, he would always listen, and he was smart and funny. My grandfather was a great man and he will always be missed.
Unfortunately now this year my grandma PBUH will not be joining us either. Opinionated, ornery, and particular, she was perhaps less easy to love but – leaving it at that #respect – my grandfather adored her and appreciated her. She raised a fine family the best she could under often difficult circumstances. Like many separated by generation, she and I disagreed on politics and religion, but I will always credit her for her determined efforts to save my soul and her constant willingness to freely debate the issues of the day. Too many people refuse to discuss and defend their opinions but not my grandmother. She loved many and many loved her, and we will all miss her this year and every Thanksgiving we have left.
It’s important to be thankful for the time we get to spend with family. You never know when it will be the last.