Full of Thanks

Sudden Death!

Two pretty scary words, I think.  I’ll have to admit, I wasn’t all that keen on listening to them when they came out of the doctor’s mouth a couple months ago.  Oh, they were sugar coated — if it’s possible to sugar coat a message that abrupt — doc danced around the issue a little trying to make me feel better about it, but he was serious and at first I wasn’t.

If there’s a year when Thanks Giving should be my theme for the rest of the year, heck for the entire year, each and every year, then I think I’ve arrived at that year.thanksgiving-1

I am thankful for good doctors. I’ve seen more of them this year than any prior year in my life.  Partly for myself, partly for Peggy (when we made that trip to Wisconsin last March for her little surgical procedure).  Medical issues have never been high on my radar, I take my mandatory pills but feel — most of the time — like I’m younger than I am.  Compared to a few guys I know I don’t act like I’m younger than I am.  They do, seriously. They’re more the He-Man type and next to them I’m more of an aging gentleman.  I’ve taken my health for granted — I don’t think I’ll do that again.

I’m thankful for science and good medical facilities — how in the world someone figured out that by changing the chemistry of my body they could alter specific aspects of my cardiac rhythm is beyond me.  I’m just glad they did.

I’m thankful for a caring wife.  The kind who goes with me to doctors’ visits and listens careful to what’s being said.  Between the two of us actually catch most of what we’re told; we ask more questions when we’re together, and we feel better about the experiences — because we are together.

I’m thankful for a caring daughter.  We never planned on staying in Milwaukee for 3 1/2 months this year but the opportunity to see her weekly and more has been a great joy.

And then there’s our Michael.  He might be the ‘son in law’ but he’s the only guy our daughter ever dated that we would have wanted for a son in law and most of the time he feels like our own.  Except for his sense of humor.  But, hey, even blood relation are allowed a few “faults”  🙂 He’s always there when we need help and I’m very, very thankful for him too.

Melanie our Grand-One is up in Minneapolis and we miss her a lot but she’s  making her life in a new place, with new people and we’re thankful that she’s finding her way in the world. Children are wonderful, but there’s nothing more sad than a child who never grows up,  and grow up is what she has done.

I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again.  I never wanted to “live life large.”  I’ve never wanted the limelight.  I found the woman of my dreams when I was 19,  and I knew it.  I had to be signed for when we got married — I was THAT young!  But we’re coming finishing up our 47th year as a couple and she means as much (more) to me as the day we married.  I’ve never met a truer, more lovely person in my life  and I’m honored to walk beside her and call her my partner in life.

This has been our year of waiting.  It seems that all the way through our patience has been tested for one reason or another.  I’m not going to complain about it; that’s just the way it is.   Or was.  Or maybe will continue to be.  We’ll see.

And on this celebration day, this national day of Giving Thanks we will be with our family, Mel and Katy and Michael and we’ll Celebrate another good year.  And we will be full of thanks.

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.

Five orange pumpkins sit in a row in front of a distressed, wooden background.

Five orange pumpkins sit in a row in front of a distressed, wooden background.


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