Thanksgiving was my paternal grandfather’s favorite holiday. I know he loved the good food. But I am confident he loved this holiday because all of his children and grandchildren would gather at his home for a long day of rejoicing together. We would all somehow cram ourselves into their house, kids running everywhere and simply spend the day being family. We didn’t have an adult table and kids table. With over 50 people - that was impossible. But in the midst of the craziness, there was PaPa sitting back soaking it all up. PaPa Bowles had much for which to give thanks. But one year about two months before Thanksgiving, he was diagnosed with cancer. His one wish was to enjoy one last Thanksgiving. The doctors didn’t give any hope he would make it to Thanksgiving. So Thanksgiving came early that year. The entire family gathered to celebrate with him. While I have many great memories of Thanksgivings, that day is my all-time favorite. We feasted, we laughed, we cried but most importantly we rejoiced with our patriarch for the life given to him by our merciful and loving God.
Make this Thanksgiving about rejoicing and celebrating the good gifts God gives us.