Thanksgiving...

The Tuesday before Thanksgiving two years ago... my husband had a doctor's appointment that put a timeline on my his life... two days, two weeks, two months...

I'd taken a Death & Dying class when I returned to college and one of our reflection questions was this -- if you could know when you were dying, would you want to know... my response, yes.

This year my thoughts are filled with memories. I remember back to Thanksgiving when we lived in Tulsa, inviting friends to join my family... enjoying our home filled with those who brought love and laughter into my life. And now I sit alone... my home is filled with silence... the only voice I hear is mine, talking to my husband as if he's sitting here beside me. I miss him more than I ever thought possible.

I am truly thankful for my journey. My prayers continue as I search for inner peace...