So the phone rang last night–never good news, when the phone rings at night–they’re taking Aunt Joan back to the hospital, her fever has returned. It hadn’t been 24 hours, I don’t think, since they’d discharged her.
Tomorrow we hit the terrifying Garden State Parkway for Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s house. Once upon a time Thanksgiving meant a huge family gathering. Now there are only the four of us left, Patty and me, my brother and sister. Everyone else has either died or moved too far away for any personal contact. And we have to walk on eggs tomorrow because my brother is a hair-trigger leftid and we feel sorry for him. My sister has a new job, is being worked to a frazzle, but didn’t want to skip Thanksgiving.
I find that the more I need them, the more I get out of my memories. Their flavor is stronger and richer than it once was. The more evil grows this age, the more recourse I have to prayer and to the Bible. These call forth my thankfulness. God’s Word brings forth hope. And the more we need from it, the more it has to give.
Prayers for your Aunt Joan, and you and your family as well, Lee. And I pray for His protection over your trip tomorrow. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Prayers for you and all your family, Lee. May your Thanksgiving be a blessed one.
It’s hard to watch as families shrink. I was born into a large family, so large that I have not met all of my cousins. Yet, at this point, it’s down to a mere handful and getting smaller.
Make the most of it and know that our God takes pleasure in the love you show for all of your family.
My situation is the same as yours, Unknowable. What a great reunion it will be in Heaven!!
Once, a few years ago, Aunt Joan and I were counting the family members who came to her house for Christmas Eve. Usually it was from 17 to 20–and it wasn’t that big a house, either, but somehow everybody fit (plus a Christmas tree). God knows how much I miss that.