Thanksgivings at home were always fraught with the aromas of turkey, gravy, cake, cookies, and the sounds of dedicated cooking - with the occasional fracas - well, a lot of fracases (should that be fraci?) But as I grow older I have come to realize, especially this year, what there is to be truly grateful for:
Waking up in the morning
Breathing
Knowing there are others about - somewhere
A Clear Mind
The Ability to Sense
The Ability to Communicate
Movement
Rising from Bed
A Good Shower
Food in the Belly
Clothes on the Body
A Smile
Knowing Others Are Available for Help When Truly Needed
These are only a few. But they form the basis of our lives.
I'm grateful Mom is safe, has people attending to her needs, has people who care and move with her whims.
It is a bit bleak to understand there is so little she understands, and yet she is content and not suffering. That, in itself is a blessing.
For all this, I am grateful. And we are all truly blessed.
Waking up in the morning
Breathing
Knowing there are others about - somewhere
A Clear Mind
The Ability to Sense
The Ability to Communicate
Movement
Rising from Bed
A Good Shower
Food in the Belly
Clothes on the Body
A Smile
Knowing Others Are Available for Help When Truly Needed
These are only a few. But they form the basis of our lives.
I'm grateful Mom is safe, has people attending to her needs, has people who care and move with her whims.
It is a bit bleak to understand there is so little she understands, and yet she is content and not suffering. That, in itself is a blessing.
For all this, I am grateful. And we are all truly blessed.
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