THANKSGIVING
~ by Priscilla J. Norton, TCF,
Pawtucket, RI
I remember –
the inability to chew or swallow that first Thanksgiving after Linda
died; the choke-backed tears, the sick heart, the hollowness, the painful
memories of Thanksgivings past and the blessed relief sleep brought to my pain.
I remember –
the busyness of working as a volunteer that second and third
Thanksgiving after Linda died; the good feeling it gave me of “running away”
from it all, and the blessed relief sleep brought to my pain.
I remember –
the inability to prepare any of her favorite foods that fourth Thanksgiving
after Linda died; the tears that fell at the smell of turkey cooking, the
parade, football games, the emptiness, the incomplete family, and the blessed relief sleep brought to my pain.
I remember –
awakening with a lightness and joy in my heart that fifth Thanksgiving
after Linda died; the thankfulness for having my remaining family
together, the beautiful memories of past Thanksgivings, the “wholeness” of me and the
blessed relief peace brought to my pain.
Thanks for posting this. This Thanksgiving will mark exactly 6 months since my son passed. Instead of preparing Thanksgiving dinner, we'll be joining cousins in another city. I don't even want to see anyone, I'm so sad. I don't feel like participating in anything at all.
ReplyDeleteBut it's good to know that at some future time, this holiday may be less painful.