RE: ahhh, Thanksgiving memoies
Amy, I think of my dad alot. In the years after he died, I had a son and you know the song that says there'll be one child born to carry on. I would love my dad to know Sam. The year after my dad died, my nephew, who was 21 died in a car accident. It was the day after Thamkgiving just like my dad. It was even harder to deal with since my dad had been ill. You are so right when you say it's hard because we don't know God's plan. So we must have faith that what is done is for the best even if we don't understand the plan.
I think I mentioned a favorite author of mine to you once in a thread, Rachel Naomi Remen. She tells the story of two young men who's father is lost to them due to Alzheimer's. The two have been left to watch their father while their mother runs errands. While he is in their care he falls over on to the floor and is obviously in trouble. The two boys try to think what to do. One tells the other to call 911. Then, amazingly, a familiar voice, one they haven't heard in a long while says no! "Tell your mother I love her." And their father dies. His autopsy shows his brain has been devastated by his disease and yet somehow, he managed one last message to his beloved. If there is but a spark of your father there, he knows you love him. He'll join you mother when it's his time and all will be well again. My parents were married for 54 years. I know my dad is missing my mom as much as she still misses him.
Blessings upon you, Amy. Happy Thanksgiving.
Bobbi
