There are times when I regret thinking it was a good idea to have my own website when I don't know how it works.
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I had a glimpse of the future at East Lansing Junior High--and it didn't look good. It seemed like a reprieve when our family moved to the other side of the world. I wasn't sorry.
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I wish I had been able to be with him to tell him I loved him and hold his hand. I will always regret not being there for that final farewell.
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My Blessings 

My father’s birthday was November 26 and we always celebrated it on Thanksgiving.   Every year my mother hosted with our extended family around the table,  and after the turkey and the fixings there was always a birthday cake,  and toasts to my dad.   He was an especially wonderful soul,  and it’s not hyperbole to say he was much beloved by everyone who knew him.   (See Saying Farewell to a Special Guy,  Six Pack,  Turkey and Trimmings with Flu Shot,   and  My Dad and the Word Processor)

But as a child I’m sure I took my father,  as well as my mother,  my sister,  and the grandparents,  aunts and uncles I adored all for granted.    They’re gone now and their memories are blessings,  but I hope they knew how grateful I was for each of them.   (See Call Me by Their Names)

I’ll remember them again while giving thanks for my loving  husband and son,  for my wonderful cousins and friends,  for the bustle of the city and the beauty of the countryside,  and for hearth and home.

And this year I’ll also give thanks for the health care workers on the front line,  and the scientists behind the scenes fighting the pandemic.  And I’ll be grateful most of all for the good health of those I love,  and the promise of better days ahead.

– Dana Susan Lehrman