We are all beginning to feel the spirit of Thanksgiving creep in upon us. What we have to be thankful for starts once again with life itself. Once it sinks in that you should really be gone, so also does the need to be a thankful person. You start with God Himself and then begin to verbalize the names of those you love who surround you day and night. They treat you as though you were the only one in the world. So many big things supported by so many little things.
As I write these words I have begun to think of the long list of individuals who have made their mark upon me these last three years. Those closest to me have spent the night sleeping with me or sitting next to me, sleepless by my side. The limitless number of tasks performed to maintain my body and spirit. First they fought for my life itself and then struggled to improve the quality of that life. So many prayers in support of the breath you take and strength you attempt to muster in support of movement and breath. Oh! so much to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving to you. I owe you all so much.
The treadmill and 'fitness pool' have been so helpful along with the three prunes of am and pm. I go few places today without my electric chair and a grandchild in my lap. The only question is who is having more fun. Having them on board tends to make me more careful. Last week I wrote a fantastic piece for my blog. What a crying shame when I fell asleep and erased the entire entry. Unlike the other stuff I have written, you would have liked it. I no longer fall asleep but pass out. I don't know if I am awake or asleep. Some of you may be asking, so, what else is new???
I had Kris fly to Denver this week to support Tara and Jim. My grandson, Kellan, had operations on both of his legs and spent the night in the hospital. We suspect all went well and await that confirmation in the morning. My heart went pitter-patter when Kellan said on the way to the hospital, "I wish grandpa could have been with us." However, he was excited to know that he would be sleeping in a hospital bed like mine. My son Tim and his wife Debbi, along with grandson, Monty, moved in with me. With Debbi being a Nurse Practitioner, I have the very best of care only surpassed by Kris, who is the Cat's meow. Speaking of the cat, Laura is broken-hearted by Kris not being around. She has no one to fight with in the morning.
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We are all blessed. I am thankful for my son, grandson, my family and friends. I am also grateful for my jobs and bicycling. I wish you a happy day and I wish the little one you speak of heals fast and well. Hit the save button more often. We want to read your stuff. Pat
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