Today marks one year since I’ve seen my father alive. It was at our annual family Thanksgiving celebration, which I’ve been told by my uncle has been happening continuously since the 1950’s.
Here’s the last photo I took of my father, acting in only the way my father did, he’s the one on the right.
That’s him proclaiming “something” to my uncle Larry. He was always so social, something I really didn’t understand until I went through this divorce.
This year really changed as far as our family gathering are concerned. It’s compromised of a gathering of clans of our family. 3 to be exact. This year one of those clans decided to go on their own, which reduced the number of people by half or more.
At first there were questions as to whether it would happen or not. With all of the things I’ve lost in life this year, it really concerned me. This was really the last thing I counted on in life left.
Fortunately, it did happen. For that, I am thankful. I am also thankful that I was able to share this day with my beautiful daughters. They are the light of my dark life.
When I got home, I had a message from my mother. It’s the first time I’ve heard from her since Valentine’s day. Sadly, I must keep her as a piece of my past. If she even knew what was happening I would not receive any support. I would be greeted with “I told you so.”
What are you thankful for?