Our dinner table looked so nice…

… no one would ever guess that the turkey fell on the floor the night before and John had to scoop it up while protecting it from the six dogs who thought Thanksgiving had just come early.

Our dinner table looked so nice…
… no one would ever guess that the turkey fell on the floor the night before and John had to scoop it up while protecting it from the six dogs who thought Thanksgiving had just come early.
Grandpa didn’t say he was coming home to die. He said he was coming home to make good memories with the time he had left.
Today we celebrated Thanksgiving. Our celebration included grace said around the hospital bed in the living room that we can only hope Grandpa heard before we had dinner on the other end of the house.
Today was hard.
Today we cried.
But today, when the butter shot out of the mixer while mashing potatoes, across the kitchen into the gravy and when we pulled out the old deck of animal rummy cards for a few lively rounds before bed and a dozen other smaller points in between, we also made good memories.
And that’s worth all the heartache and tears.
The five of us made a gratitude table a la Nerd In the Brain.
We didn’t have our Thanksgiving meal on it, but surrounded by family and fun we didn’t need to be sitting at it to be reminded of all of the great things in our lives.
Happy Thanksgiving!