Old Hymns and Thanksgiving, too.
May your Thanksgiving Day be filled with wonder and hope, as mine was that day nine years ago.
May your Thanksgiving Day be filled with wonder and hope, as mine was that day nine years ago.
I remember the first time I suffered grief when I should have been happy.
In my great loss, I have tried to glean any lesson I am learning as I walk the road of grief. This seemed to me a prime example of a tiny human attempt at not wasting the "sorrow" of my dying plants for they are being used one last time.