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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Giving thanks On
Facebook several folks have been counting down to Thanksgiving by
naming one thing a day that they’re thankful for. One friend made a
“tree” and every day she and her family are putting a slip of paper on
the tree with one thing they’re thankful for. They’re going to read the
slips of paper Thanksgiving Day. And every year,
my column before Thanksgiving is what I’m thankful for. I’m mostly
thankful for the same stuff I’ve been reading on Facebook every day:
home, family, the fact that my pantry is overstocked always, my friends
who are more than friends – they’re just not legally related. One
friend used to say “not related by blood, but by heart…” I’m
so thankful for my brothers. Dennis has overcome medical and vision
problems by drastically changing his diet and exercise – before the eye
problems, his diet was greasy and his exercise program was walking to
the elevator and the car. Danny, with the help and love of his dog
Maggie Mae, has struggled through life-threatening health problems. I’m
really thankful for Pop’s new recliner. It died drastically in the
middle of the night last week. With his health and back problems, Pop
can’t lay flat to sleep. He spends a lot of time in his recliner with
his feet propped up to keep his legs from swelling. I’m
so thankful to live in a small town where everyone knows everyone else
– I walked into Buford’s Furniture last week, found a recliner (on
sale) and asked Sonny Bounds would it be possible to have the chair
delivered that day, and oh, by the way, I didn’t bring cash or plastic
with me, could Pop pay for it when it was delivered. Living in a small
town, Sonny knew who Pop and I were and said, sure. Pop had his new
chair by 1 p.m. I’m thankful for Pastor Doug, his
wife Brandi, who is a phenomenal musician and singer, and for
CrossPointe church. They’ve been a source of real strength during the
struggles of the past year. I’m grateful that
despite arthritis I can quilt until I’m exhausted and sleep-deprived
and get up the next morning and do it again. I’m
grateful for my kids. I’ve always thought I had exceptional children
and as they’ve grown into adults, I find they are exceptional adult
children. And being a grandmother – well, if
you’re a grandparent, you understand. If you’re not, you won’t until
you have grandchildren. At 15.5 and 13.5, my baby girls are teenagers –
in every sense of the word! I asked Meredith about a boyfriend not long
ago and she said “that’s ‘my’ business!” When I
was a teenager, I thought my mother was just about incapable of
breathing without assistance. Somehow, she grew much smarter as I got
older. I’m thankful for good memories of a good mom, who didn’t kill me
when I was a teenager. I’m grateful for Sonny and
Marion Pryor. They’ve taken my family into their family and given my
granddaughters the gift of another set of grandparents. You can never
ever have enough love by a grandparent, And last,
but certainly not least, I’m thankful for my job and my work family.
We’re a close-knit bunch up here. We’ve been a family here for a long
time. During Beth’s illness, treatment and recovery, we have grieved
and rejoiced with her. I guess mostly, I’m thankful for love – love given and love received. Happy Thanksgiving!
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