On erev Thanksgiving, perhaps more than on any other night during the year, we take stock of our many blessings. And, despite the sadness and loss my family’s experienced this year, we, too, have much for which to be thankful:
We—my father, my sister, Ian and I—have each other and our precious memories. Modim anachnu lach.
We have an ever-expanding network of family and friends—near and far, old and new—who call, keep in touch, check in with us, hold our hands, prop us up and propel us forward as we stumble through this year of mourning. Modim anachnu lach.
We have comfort in knowing that we always abided by my mother’s wishes and that in her last days she was surrounded by loved ones, music, dignity, and peace. Modim anachnu lach.
We have the work of our hands—that not only challenges our intellect and buoys our spirits, but also betters our world. Modim anachnu lach.
We have our health. Modim anachnu lach.
We have key information that gives me a shot at life that my mom didn’t have. To honor her memory, I am compelled to make the most of this gift. Modim anachnu lach.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
* We give thanks to You.