Today was a new experience for me. Off and on for several years I have pondered the possibility, but today was the day I decided to actually do it. I intentionally spent Thanksgiving by myself. Except that I wasn’t by myself, because I was surrounded by the presence of family and friends near and far. It was a quiet and peaceful day, and it was profoundly wonderful. I don’t think I would want to make it a regular Thanksgiving tradition, but I’m really glad I did it. By being intentional it allowed me to access a deep well of gratitude for my life. I sent notes to family and friends, which reminded me that I have family and friends that I want to send notes to. I spent time reading. Random pondering occurred throughout the day. After preparing my dinner I sat down to eat and paused for a moment of quiet gratitude, and then was struck with the idea to hum the way we used to begin our meals when Veronica and I were married. That left me both smiling and a bit teary. It was a sweet moment of grateful remembering. I find it to be such an interesting paradox that by being alone I was able to more fully experience the remarkable gift it is to have a life filled with incredible people. Gratitude abounds, and, I suspect, will continue to do so.
Thank you, Roger. 💞 I sent the day here at my independent living facility. Had a meal with non-family and time alone in my apartment. Family were with others. Reflection, gratitude, and joy. Thanks for your words. Long-time friend, Marvin.