I'm off this whole week from work, so have already started on the Happy part. I had lunch today at KFC to practice for tomorrow
. You know, start out small.
Doc Fred said it right: We all have so much to be Thankful for.
I'm reminded of them often when I feel Kath's hand give me a casual touch, and her lips and dark brown eyes gives me a smile. When I hear my son's voice [like tonight] on the phone all the way from Japan, and our conversation ends with "I love you, Dad," and he gives the phone to his daughter, Amanda, and our talk ends with "I love you, Grandpa." When I'm sitting in my daughter's livingroom and she's telling me a funny anecdote with that great Irish sense of humor that she has, and she's smiling at me with those blue eyes that are a reflection of my own; and Finnegan is sitting in my lap with a book that he wants me to read to him, while 2mos. old Ben is laying on the couch cooing to himself in a language that only he knows. And when I lay in bed sometimes and think of all of the chances that Death had to take me and didn't, allowing all of the above to come to pass. Yes, I have so much to be Thankful for.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving.