We miss you.
My Mother prepares the Thanksgiving meal.
Every year one of the traditional things that she makes are butter cookies that she cuts out with a red cookie cutter that is shaped like a turkey.
Setting the table she adds one of the turkey cut-out cookies to each of the plates.
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My brother Marty would traditionally sneak into the dining room and bite off the heads of each of the turkey cookies.
Crumbs and a headless, cookie-cut-out turkey…
Thanksgiving would begin with
my Mother moaning, "Marty!"
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This year… we miss you, we miss you, we miss you…
I am home in Willows, Sacha and his Italian Girlfriend are here too.
The last several months have softened inside of me. I feel I am coming back to myself. It has been quiet in my heart and mind which you probably have noticed in my lack of writing.
The birth of Olivia has brought joy, and Gabriel is love divine…
I am thankful for the lessons of love, faith, and gratitude that my parents taught me. I am thankful for Yann who is the kindest man I know. I am grateful for my children, my health, and my home. I am thankful for you.
Happy Thanks giving.
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