Ghosts of Thanksgivens Past
This was the first turkey day I can recall. 10 years old.
Granny in control. The rest of the women did as they were told and the men scattered until called. Some funny looking green twigs in a yellow sauce. Eww. Asparagus@!
Later, for years, since my parents had broken up, I had two big meals on that day. I look back now and am impressed that there was so little bickering and all was just accepted as 'that's the way it is.'
Peace. Peace at home in a time of war on the TV, leaders being assassinated, people standing up for their rights and not running from the dogs or the waterhoses.
I had it good. I knew it then, but know it even better today. Today, I rest my weary bones, just reading you on my computer screen, but remembering the real life that once was, and give thanks.
Today there is no time I have to be someplace. Don't have to dress up and smell nice, comb my hair, or quit spitting. Miles away the family will gather, discuss and chatter. Some may remember me and ask: Where's he at?
Peace here now, today, again. A different kind of peace, but a peace born of a peaceful family, me now resting on a peaceful mountain, and remembering. And wishing you and the whole world more Peace.