On Tuesday of this week, my Mother’s oldest brother passed away. I got thinking, what must it be like to lose a sibling. I have been SOOO blessed to have not experienced this type of loss, so was imaging it through my mother’s eyes. While he was 82 and she is 79, I thought how it must knock on the door of mortality, and if nothing else, bring on some nostalgia.
Today is Thanksgiving in the US, as we all know. And today I am thankful for a blessed life, for the health of my beautiful sisters and the part they play in my life.
Here they(we) are.
and before my time – my sisters and our Dad while doing some fine livin’ at the cottage.
and because it’s Thanksgiving, something beautiful and warm.