November 28, 2021
As the only girl in our family for three generations, I have a brother and four male cousins. I have two sons. And two grandsons. And a male grand-dog. (Luckily, I have a wonderful daughter-in-law)
Therefore, I have spent this Thanksgiving weekend in the mountains enjoying
many football games, a silly Will Ferrell movie, and never going for a walk without a football. There have been multiple purchases in thrift shops by the youngest generation and a couple of stops at a high school football field to toss the pigskin. There has been non-stop eating by the males. (Luckily, I have a daughter-in-law who knows how much food is needed for growing men.)
There was a solemn time when we spoke of Peter as we spread his ashes beneath a stately evergreen in the woods behind the kids’ mountain house.
Another wonderful Thanksgiving. Just a touch of sadness.