With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, I can almost smell turkey roasting, yeast rolls rising and the spicy aroma of pumpkin pie wafting through the house. It’s time, once again, to honor a tradition that most of us have been paying tribute to since we were born.
I have a large family. For as long as I can remember, we have gathered on Thanksgiving for celebration. Like most families, we sate ourselves with the mouth-watering foods of the season, laugh a lot and enjoy each other’s company to the max.
But, although tradition dies hard for me, I must accept that this year will be a bit different. Due to work scheduling, my daughter and her family won’t be able to come. For the first time in her life, she won’t be spending Thanksgiving at the home where she was raised. She won’t have dinner with her parents, brothers and sisters, and nieces and nephews. Instead, she’ll prepare a nice dinner at her home for her husband, herself and their two children. They're sure to enjoy it; she's an excellent cook!
But our day won’t be the same without them.
There’ll be a very important link missing from the family chain. However, I’m sure we'll manage to enjoy the holiday regardless.
She wrote an apologetic e-mail this evening promising that it will be different next year. My answer was: “Who knows what a year may bring?”
If there's one thing I've learned from living so long, it's that everything changes - nothing ever stays the same!