On Being Thankful
Lately, I've been thinking about my mom and dad. Thinking about them a lot. And I am thankful for the infrastructure and scaffolding they built, because I see and feel it in so many different ways. I think about how much they would enjoy their grandchildren and now their great grandchildren, my dad in particular. He would, I imagine, have great patience with Jackson, his oldest great grandson who has special needs. I believe he would delight in each developmental step Jack takes, although I think he would tire quickly of Jack's echolalia and some other quirks of his cognitive disability. I mean, let's not make the guy a saint--but since he's dead, maybe he is. He would delight in how smart Beau and Ethan are, be excited at their burgeoning interest in sports, especially baseball. My dad would laugh aloud at the kindergarten humor of Jameson and Ace. And his great granddaughters, Millie, Sloane and Georgia, would have him wrapp...