Author’s note: This post is similar to one I wrote several years ago. However, I feel that the heart of it will still be of value to many.
How I miss my brother this time of year. He loved all the holidays but he really loved Thanksgiving and having our family all together. This will be our 13th Thanksgiving without him. While time truly does take away the searing pain of loss, it also means more time has passed since I’ve heard his voice and especially his laughter.
In Thanksgivings of yesteryear, the phone calls would have been flying about now between my brother and our mother and me. Do we have enough chairs? Does Grandpa need a ride? Who’s bringing games for the kids? Who will have a football to throw around before dinner? How big is the turkey? Who’s making the banana pudding and the cheesecake?
My brother and I are both grandparents now. We would have had so much fun showing off pictures and trading stories. We would have held and admired one another’s grandchildren while telling stories about our own children when they were small.
I mentioned this to my husband last night and he said, “You have reason to feel sad, but don’t forget about all of the people who have joined our family and our lives in the last 12 years.”
And, he’s right. I miss my brother every day but I am thankful for the 41 years I had with him and I hope that somewhere, somehow, he will be sitting around a Thanksgiving table enjoying our children and grandchildren from afar.
We all have those we are missing this time of year. We must cherish our memories while also being thankful for the time we had with them. I have much and many to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, and I bet you do too! Sometimes, the people in our lives are there to remind us.
“Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!” Psalm 95:2