Holidays have different feelings and depth of meaning depending on the family.
When we were growing up, Thanksgiving was our big holiday that we spent with our Nannie and Papa.
Today, I share a post from the archives that speaks to memories, holidays, and holding those we love close...
...even when they're gone.
Happy Thanksgiving.
From the Archives
1/8/2012...Even though my Mom often tells me that I have her Mom's eyes, I've always felt that I have my Nannie's hands. I look down at my hands when I'm writing, working, or playing the piano; and I see my Nannie's hands.
I feel her touch.
I wear her band of diamonds that Papa gave her when they got married.
She wore it on her left hand, but I wear it on my right. It often captures the light and brings Nannie close.
She is never very far from me.
She is especially close today.
I'd guess she feels closer to me today, because she (and many others) would be welcoming Uncle Bud.
It reminds me of a Thanksgiving when I drove up from New Orleans to St. Louis. I'd stopped to stay with Uncle Bud and Fran when they were living at Lake Wawanoka near Pevely, MO. We had a very nice meal and visit together.
There was lots of talk about family, stories, and history shared.
I went to bed remembering that Thanksgiving was always a huge holiday for us with Nannie and Papa. I loved her turkey, lace tablecloths (that are now at the Chatette with me) and especially her shrimp cocktails.
Very early the next morning, a tiny girl hugged her Nannie, with her head in her lap. Nannie patted my back, brushed my hair out of my face, and I hugged her tighter. A tear fell on my pillow that morning...another Thanksgiving shared.
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