Saturday, November 29, 2008

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~ Thornton Wilder

It seems to me that every Thanksgiving is sweeter than the one before, and so, every Thanksgiving ends up becoming My Favorite Thanksgiving Ever. Maybe as we grow older, we become more aware of all that we have to be thankful for and that awareness makes the holiday that much more poignant. As my mom and I added our dishes to my older brother and sister-in-law's table on Thursday, Mom pointed out the floral-patterned plates before us. "Mom and Dad's good china," she smiled. But it was the first time since my grandparents had died that I'd seen it, and the sight of the cream-colored dinner plates with their delicate pink and blue flowered rims made me choke up. A wobbly-sounding "Ah!" was all I could manage in response to my mom, but I know she understood. And in the midst of missing my grandparents so much, I couldn't help but be grateful for having experienced a love from Papa and Grandma so strong and pure and good that even seven years after their deaths, just the sight of their dinner plates is enough to make me cry. If you've loved someone so much, and been blessed enough to miss someone so much, that just the sight of his or her belongings makes your heart ache, then you understand, as my mom did. And I am happy for you. It is Thanksgiving every day when you know that ache and "Ah!" 

2 comments:

Wren Cottage said...

Beautiful and so lovingly expressed as always sweet Val :)Your family was truly blessed to have those two pillars of strength and love in your family. What precious memories...I understand what you meant by Ah... been there... my parents were that for me :)
Thank you for sharing dearheart :)
xo Madai

Val said...

Thank you, Madai, and yes, I thought you would understand the "Ah." Your parents sound like such good and "magic-making" people with all that creativity, and they obviously passed that on to you.