november is about thanksgiving. and thanksgiving is about giving thanks. so, for the next 30 days, i am going to do just that. i have not made a list and handpicked 30 people for which i am grateful. i will take time each day to reflect and write what comes to me. but, to have some form of a template, i will write 30 statements of gratitude for each person, place, or thing (in addition to whatever else i want to write).
day 1
dear grandpa bird,
today, i sat alongside your hospital bed and could not help but sink into and sift through the uncountable reasons i am grateful for you.
i am grateful…
- for your blue eyes that stare back at me in my own reflection
- and your chubby german cheeks that sit upon my own face
- that you set such an amazing example of love and companionship for me (married to grandma for over 67 years)
- that you made every past boyfriend of mine feel super awkward as you told them a dirty joke as an introduction
- that you always kept twizzlers in a jar for us grandkids
- for your fishing lessons from the dock
- that you had a pontoon boat to take us on rides down the rock river
- for your entrepreneurial spirit (which i definitely inherited)
- for your fascinating stories about being a milkman and a kiebler elf and a slushy man and a dolphin security guard
- that you built the house i grew up in on a block of land perfect for adventures and exploration
- that you lived above us during my childhood and got to experience me growing up
- and that you always tell the story about how i would come running upstairs after getting out of the bathtub as a little girl, flash open my towel, and run back downstairs giggling
- for your stubbornness
- and for every smart ass comment you said that made grandma yell “david!”
- for your thrifty spending habits
- for your financial advice (my kids will have my life insurance thanks to you)
- for always stocking the fridge with cream soda
- for teaching me how delicious a “black cow” can be
- for the giant wooden clogs you got from holland that i always slipped my tiny feet into and marched around the house in
- for the times i got to crawl up into your lap while you relaxed in your favorite arm chair
- that you and grandma drink milk out of a bag, and i have never met anyone else who does
- for your endless travels and grandma’s meticulous tracking of them (i think you still have me beat so far)
- that you’re the kind of man who brought gifts to mexico each winter to give to the hotel staff
- that you told me to get creative with my tax write offs… goats = lawn care
- for the love and support you’ve always given your family, starting with turning down harvard
- for every game of rummikub and skipbo
- that you raised our family with christian science
- for every “grandparents’ day” that you attended at chicago jr. school
- for every time you asked me if i knew the song written about me and proceeded to sing “que será, será, whatever will be, will be”
- that today i got to kiss your forehead and see you at peace
wow! But, really, how does one drink milk out of a bag?…
That is such a sweet, touching tribute, Sara! Being a grandfather myself, I can just feel the love between you two.
On Thu, Nov 2, 2017 at 1:20 AM, define liminal : finding the space between wrote:
> Sara posted: “november is about thanksgiving. and thanksgiving is about > giving thanks. so, for the next 30 days, i am going to do just that. i have > not made a list and handpicked 30 people for which i am grateful. i will > take time each day to reflect and write what com” >