Giving thanks is precious action, ideally an everyday mindset we can turn to in dark times.
Last evening, while sitting on my balcony, neighbours returned one by one from Thanksgiving dinner out. In particular, one older couple caught my attention.
Their driver came around to the front seat passenger side of the vehicle and leaned in to unlatch the occupant’s seat belt. He then held the door ajar and spoke quiet encouragement. Almost in slow motion, the older man found his feet. For this I gave thanks.
The missus already had the hatch back open and was rummaging for their portion of turkey dinner leftovers.
“I’ll get that, Mom. You take Dad.” The caring son spoke gently, and then waited.
I don’t know these folks, but I know what I saw. My eyes filled with emotion.
The threesome moved slowly toward the main entrance; traditional roles reversed and now Son is the mainstay for his parents. For this I felt thankful.
Awhile later, the son emerged. The click of electronic door locks sounded loud. He sat in the driver’s seat for several moments before starting the engine, and I wondered what thoughts were running through his mind.
“Thanksgiving” should be every day, not just once a year. If you have caring family or friends present be grateful for their attentiveness and patience.
Caregiver’s know the journey is not easy, I’m certain that it’s improbable that others grasp the intricacies and scope.
A friend shared this quote from her son, who died from cancer. “When it is darkest, we see the stars.” And for this message I gave thanks for clarity.
At turkey time and anytime, please take time to thank those who try to make our way easier.