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It’s been a long day. The alarm went off only about half an hour later than any other day of the week, and still slightly before the sun came up. But sometimes—a lot of times, really—good times require some effort. And today was good times. The family was here for lunch and we visited and laughed and ate a whole bunch of food. I’m thankful that we have the opportunity.
And, as I spent my first Thanksgiving without Granny, I realized how fortunate I was to have her for as many as I did. At my office, three of us have lost our grandmothers in the past few months, and I am by far the oldest of the trio; I know that I had a gift many, many people do not. And while Billy may never have gotten to know my mother, he was blessed to grow up with a great-grandmother who adored him. Today I am particularly grateful for that.
Honestly, as I sit here, tired, full, and reflecting on a good day and a good life, I am simply grateful.
