I’ve many posts I need to send to the blog, but if I wait too much longer, it will be Christmas. Well, heck. It’ll be Christmas with or without my permission.
It’s hard to make a list of all the things I am grateful for, and the people I cannot live without. You know who you are … I hope.
I should be grateful first to God, that I am still alive and doing reasonably well, despite myself.
And that lends to the gratitude I have for my family and extended family, without whom I could not function. Their names are Beth, Andrea, Nick; Gregg & Jess; Paigie V, Zachary, Josh, Chloe and Sam.
My muses (you know who you are) remind me to “Just keep swimming”, as Dory would say. (Nemo is the movie.)
To my neighbors, Rick & Jeannie, who just seem to know when to show up. Who do thousands of dollars worth of work, but won’t take a penny.
My Facebook friends, who are equally addicted (or pretend to be) to the games I keep trying to play. And they are getting harder to do.
My FTD comrades, who just accept me – good days or bad – because I am in a new family now, fighting to survive and save others from this terminal disease.
To Faith Magazine: Patrick, Frs. Charlie and Dwight, Elizabeth, Michael and team. Best place I ever got fired from, who still stand beside me.
I am grateful that I can still recognize the faces of those I love, even though most of our conversation these days relies on some sort of sign language and charades.
And those of wicked humor? I adore you.
And although my worst fears are coming true, many of my fears are abated by the blessings of it going at a snail’s pace, for now, just like I do.
Papa, hope you caught that. And no, I haven’t forgotten you. No blame to you but the fact that you are still beside me, gives me hope.
PS Papa, can you keep my family and friends nurturing me and making me a laugh awhile more? Then it truly is a thanksgiving.