Thanks to Scott, Thanksgiving was okay.
We started the day at Bryce's football game. (They lost, but Bryce played his usual, solid game). It was a beautiful fall day. The temperature was only 36 degrees, but the sun was bright and warming and there was very little wind.
My oldest son and his family came to the game, so the non-football playing cousins got to spend a rare couple of hours together.
After all the hugs were exchanged at the end of the game, we went with my youngest son to his house for a quick stop so that Bryce could get a shower before dinner - and then off to Scott's mother-in-law's house (Let's call her Vicki) for dinner.
Vicki was kind enough to invite us to have Thanksgiving dinner at her house, but I'm sure that Scott requested the invitation.
Scott's wife (let's call her Crystal) has a sister and three brothers. Two of the brothers are married with children, so the house was a busy, happy place with babies and laughter everywhere. It was loud - and busy - with people buzzing everywhere (joyful chaos), children playing, and this beautiful family enjoying each other.
Dinner was a mouth-watering buffet that was spread along the kitchen counters and the beautiful island in the center of the kitchen. There was turkey, ham, vegetables, cinnamon apples that Crystal made in the crock pot, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, rolls, mac and cheese (Bryce loves mac and cheese), and desserts that looked like they came straight out of a magazine and tasted even better.
With Scott's approval, Michael and I headed for the end of one table that was next to the family room (Vicki has two dining room tables), near an outlet for my oxygen machine, and out of the way of traffic.
Bryce came and sat at the table with us and so did his little brother. Scott came to sit with us, also, and stayed with us until Michael and I left. I wish there was a way to express to him my gratitude and appreciation for his kindness and care. He turned a dreaded and impossible Thanksgiving into a nice day.
I am grateful for Michael and his never-ending support and kindness. I'm grateful for Vicki's hospitality, and I'm especially grateful today for the time with Scott, Crystal, and their boys - and Scott's love and care on a very difficult day.
Home before 4:00 with a deep sigh - both Michael and I ready for a nap.
The first Thanksgiving without Greg is over.
Thankfully.
We started the day at Bryce's football game. (They lost, but Bryce played his usual, solid game). It was a beautiful fall day. The temperature was only 36 degrees, but the sun was bright and warming and there was very little wind.
My oldest son and his family came to the game, so the non-football playing cousins got to spend a rare couple of hours together.
After all the hugs were exchanged at the end of the game, we went with my youngest son to his house for a quick stop so that Bryce could get a shower before dinner - and then off to Scott's mother-in-law's house (Let's call her Vicki) for dinner.
Vicki was kind enough to invite us to have Thanksgiving dinner at her house, but I'm sure that Scott requested the invitation.
Scott's wife (let's call her Crystal) has a sister and three brothers. Two of the brothers are married with children, so the house was a busy, happy place with babies and laughter everywhere. It was loud - and busy - with people buzzing everywhere (joyful chaos), children playing, and this beautiful family enjoying each other.
Dinner was a mouth-watering buffet that was spread along the kitchen counters and the beautiful island in the center of the kitchen. There was turkey, ham, vegetables, cinnamon apples that Crystal made in the crock pot, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, rolls, mac and cheese (Bryce loves mac and cheese), and desserts that looked like they came straight out of a magazine and tasted even better.
With Scott's approval, Michael and I headed for the end of one table that was next to the family room (Vicki has two dining room tables), near an outlet for my oxygen machine, and out of the way of traffic.
Bryce came and sat at the table with us and so did his little brother. Scott came to sit with us, also, and stayed with us until Michael and I left. I wish there was a way to express to him my gratitude and appreciation for his kindness and care. He turned a dreaded and impossible Thanksgiving into a nice day.
I am grateful for Michael and his never-ending support and kindness. I'm grateful for Vicki's hospitality, and I'm especially grateful today for the time with Scott, Crystal, and their boys - and Scott's love and care on a very difficult day.
Home before 4:00 with a deep sigh - both Michael and I ready for a nap.
The first Thanksgiving without Greg is over.
Thankfully.
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