Thanksgiving 2010

Thanksgiving in Phoenix, AZ has been different than any other Thanksgiving I've celebrated in my lifetime. Though I'm told it's 20 degrees cooler than the average, the sunshine and blooming bushes seem surreal. I'm used to cooler Thanksgivings--snow or rain forecasted and a lot of good food. Maybe I wasn't in the mood to eat today. I didn't even have a piece of pie even though it was offered.

Thanksgiving is more than food. It's more about family and fellowship. This is the first Thanksgiving on record we have spent with my husband's family. I don't think anyone took pictures either. No one wanted to play games with me either. I don't understand that. Thanksgiving dinner was always followed by a fun game of some sort and then we had pie. I guess different families have different traditions. I have to let go and let that be okay. Regardless, I'm glad my husband got to spend time with his family for once.

Realistically, today may have been the last Thanksgiving dinner we get to share with my husband's mom. We came down because she had surgery to remove cancer from her bladder. She is doing better, however, she is not well. Her health has deteriorated significantly since I last saw her in July. I want my husband to enjoy time with his family. They do not come to visit us, and we rarely get to Phoenix.

Now I'm sitting in a quiet motel room. I'm supposed to be studying, but the article I want is not available via the internet, and I don't know where to look for it. I guess I'll just sit here and ponder all the reasons I have to be thankful this year.

Blessings to you all,
the PTSD Widow