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The more of life I live then the MORE I begin to understand why certain things don’t work out the way I wanted it to. It’s always a redirection to something BETTER. Always. As cliche as it sounds it has revealed itself to be nothing but the truth. That’s why I have adapted and learned to always remain calm and trust in the outcome of any situation. Patience and confidence will serve you well. Sometimes things that are hard to get to was never written in your purpose to begin with. Let go so you can move forward.

This year Thanksgiving is different-but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. As I am laying here beside Momma this morning-my mind is an open door for memories of past Thanksgiving’s to come and go. Wonder how I could get them to stay? I remember so clearly staying at Granny Dot’s the night before and getting up early with her to prep the Turkey, the sides and anticipating the Maceys parade to begin. Grandmother Eldridge’s fine china, the poem she hung on the back door, Aunt Carla’s chocolate pies, the men hunting, Momma rushing them to be out of their camouflage, showered and ready to eat by noon are flooding through my mind. I’m grateful I came from a family who believed we should make our table bigger to feed those who may not have anywhere else to go. But this year-we are back to the basics. Momma doesn’t cook anymore-we ordered the majority of the food and Daddy, Stephanie, and I prepared a few things on the side. But I’m realizing that this is more than likely going to be the one Thanksgiving that I wish would linger in my memory forever. We are making this day simple and calm for Momma. Slowly taking one moment at a time. Savoring the food but more importantly the moments. How I wish I could etch them on my heart to hold for eternity. I hate dementia-it has robbed us of so many things but like my baby brother Ben so passionately declared to Momma that this disease can strip her of her memory of us but we will NEVER allow it to rob her of knowing she is surrounded by the same love that has always existed. I am sad, mad, grateful, and peaceful all at the same time. And that is okay. I once heard a quote that says-“Where there is great grief, there was great love”. So really that’s all that matters. That gut wrenching feeling in the heart and soul that I feel with each beat is really evidence that great love has existed and continues to remain. I’m learning daily that is the only thing that truly matters and is eternal. So I am beyond blessed on this Thanksgiving. :)