Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday in the U.S. For the most part, it has escaped the commercialization of the other holidays. We gather, share a feast, and give thanks. What’s not to like? It’s been a tenuous year in our country and abroad, but tomorrow, let’s just forget about it and enjoy the day. All the best to you and yours.
A Poem for Thanksgiving 2017
Come in and have a seat at the table
Ye pilgrims of life
Leave the troubles of the world and your worries
At the door like soiled shoes
Greet your people
Inhale the aromas and
Marvel at the glory of a feast
Prepared by loving hands
Before we raise our forks
Let us pause, join hands and have gratitude
Celebrating all that we have
And all that is possible
For we are still here
Friends and family at the table
Please do not apologize to me for your physical state as you leave this world. Yours is not an enviable path, your body rigid from Parkinson’s, your lungs compromised from the pneumonia that finally will be the demise of your 91 year life.
Yes, I am bearing witness to your diminished body, reliant on the hands of others. But my memories of you will be fonder ones. You were a man of great stature and heart, a man who took the time to read me my favorite Dr. Suess books over and over and over again when I was a little girl. Perhaps that’s where I got my quirky imagination? You were the one who tucked me in, put me on the handle bars of rented bicycles in Yosemite. All those family camping trips? Those led to my love of nature & the outdoors & for that I am so grateful . You helped move me from college and helped me pack for my new life in Alaska. I looked forward to those care packages from you. When I needed comfort in a far off place, yours was the voice I could count on.
Thank you for your generous spirit that manifested itself in many ways . Thank you for not criticising my numerous stupid decisions in life, preferring to be my cheerleader. Thank you for being a good grandpa to my son.
I am grateful that you found your true love, that you lived life large and got to travel to exotic places. You are leaving this life with more friends that I can count. There’s a bright mark you left on the world and we will feel a void when you depart. Leave it to you that in the end you can still crack a good joke.
I am grateful for morphine and hospice care.
It is me that wants to apologize to you. I am sorry that you have to end your long life in such an uncomfotable manner. But lets just skip all those apologies. May you leave this life knowing that you were loved and admired by many, including myself. Congratulations on a life well lived.
Thank you for being my father.
IN HONOR OF BRUCE PASS
December 7, 1925 – May 5, 2017