...has passed since posting. Yikes. It's the day after Thanksgiving and I'm recovering. Yesterday started before dawn. It was a marathon of cooking for an early afternoon dinner. This was in deference to traveling relatives who wanted to get on the road early. What a whirlwind! But it was lovely.
I have much to be grateful for and I do try to reflect on that at least once during each day but yesterday for sure. Today would've been my father's 88th birthday. We always celebrated his birthday on Thanksgiving, so I'm never really sure which day it is but my sister-in-law, who is amazing about keeping track of birthdays and anniversaries, mentioned it yesterday.
Earlier this month, on the 16th, I was thinking of my sister, Liza, who would've been 60. She died a month or so after I started cancer treatment and about six weeks shy of her 56th birthday. I think about her at least once daily. She was my best friend.
