It's that time of year.
I remember Thanksgiving dinners at Grandpa and Grandma
Grandpa at the head of the table,
carving the turkey with a ninja sword knife.
Grandma's carefully manicured hands,
offering us French cut green beans with
We little ones at the children's table,
olives on our f ingers, all around.
Most of all at Thanksgiving, I remember hands, clasped around the table,
heads bowed, words of thanks offered.
I'm thankful this year for hardworking hands
If we can just keep holding hands
with each other,
and with the One who created us all, we'll be okay.
Pastor Joan, Chaplain at Sunny View Retirement Community, was a beautiful shining light to residents and staff and a gift to all who knew her. She passed away last March surrounded by friends and family and her faithful dog Benji .