In two days Thanksgiving will be here. This year will be different from my past 59 Thanksgivings. On September 6th my wife of 39 years underwent total right hip replacement surgery. Her operation was successful and on September 9th she went into a nursing and rehab center in order to help her walk. Six weeks later in mid-October her rehab therapy ended due to the fact that she could not walk or do any personal hygiene. It has now been 2 1/2 months and no substantial improvement. Why you ask. My wife, Christine has suffered for 64 years with a condition called cerebral palsy (C.P.). This condition slowly robs a person of the use of their muscles. On Thursday I will bring two plates of Thanksgiving dinner to the nursing home and have my Thanksgiving with my wife.
Now you are thinking, poor Fred how sad. Don't be sad for me, be joyful. I still have my wife and I can share my world with her and her's with me. For so many people this year they won't be able to share Thanksgiving. They are no longer with us.
This Thanksgiving is a time for joyous celebration to me. I will have my first commercial publication of a work of my immagination, MIRRORED. Most of all. I have my writing sisters-you. All of you have been kind, welcoming, nurturing of my writing, and my life long friends.
Now will someone please pass the stuffing.