Memories. Yep, for me, they are as much a part of living as oxygen, inhaling and exhaling, thriving and surviving. To recall, to remember, to say once upon a time, and suddenly find yourself with family and friends who made you laugh, shared your sadness, consoled you, and congratulated you is what makes me human, and keeps my humanity alive.
At 76, my God, the amount of Thanksgiving I had welcomed, the myriads of people, places, adventures, opportunities, and memories collected. The moments of intimacy, indulgence, importance, coincidence, and kindness are all collections of my past.
To give thanks, for me, is to be thankful for those whom I have spent 7 minutes with to 76 years with. The never-ending stories, the tales worth repeating, the traumas, the dramas, the spectacles, the silent seconds of love and laughter.
As we celebrate this newest Thanksgiving, I wish, I hope, that we are capable of rekindling, with kindness, our memories, and the people who have helped us become the person we are today!
Happy, hopeful, and honest holiday to all.
