Here is a picture taken on Monday of GBN1 on a beautiful fall day at the park.
TFNP called yesterday. At one point in the conversation, he said, "So do you have plans for next week?" I asked, "What is next week?" TFNP said, "Well, Thanksgiving for one thing." Really?! When did that happen? I feel a trip to WalMart coming on if I am going to get myself ready for next week. Yikes! Where did the time go? So, I made some calls to my mom, and brothers to make sure we were on the same page (that they realized it was T-Day next week). Who is bringing the beer, the turkey, and the tamales - important stuff? Mom, be sure and pick up some hair color so we can play beauty shop on Wed. night and look fine on Thursday. Everyone has their traditions.
The truth is that I have been a little weepy (probably hormones again) this last week. It was this time two years ago that Dad went downhill fast. Fall and Thanksgiving will probably always be a reminder of those things. Then Toby and I did some cleaning on our storage stuff. I came across an ashtray that Dad always used when visiting here. What a silly thing to make me cry! The great thing about this blog, is that I was able to go back and look at what I wrote, what I was feeling, and what was going on at that time two years ago. Dad made it through Thanksgiving, but was pretty much bedridden. There are some sad memories - like GBN1 who was not quite two years old walking to the bedroom door, pointing, and saying "Paw Paw." But there are some good memories too - like the whole family curled up in the den late Thanksgiving night and watching the Miss America Dog Pageant on TV and rooting for our favorite dog. I'm glad we had Thanksgiving to be together before Dad died. It made us close and gave us strength.