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Thankfully Giving Thanks

This Thanksgiving marks a lot of things and milestones for me. This is just the 2nd holiday season where I'm totally alone and single. Unlike holidays of the past, I'm also in a super excited mood for the holiday season. I was so pressed to get a tree and stockings and Santa Hats and Christmas PJs. (LOL).... I trimmed my tree last night, playing Jackson 5 Christmas CDs, and drinking  gourmet hot cocoa (ok..ok..it was Swiss Miss....LMAO!). I ordered my OWN gifts (and those for my family)...and gift wrapped them under the tree.

But this Thanksgiving is also sad for me as well. My mother still doesn't have a kidney (she's on dialysis) and my ex's Grandmother passed away. I really liked her a whole lot. When I found out the news yesterday, I just broke down and left work. It hit me so hard.... I am sure the white folks at my job didn't understand...but...family is family. A piece of paper meaning that we "dissolved" as a married couple means nothing....she was sweet as pie to me. I am so thankful that I knew her for these short years....

I'm reflecting on what I'm thankful for. You know I love lists... I'm thankful for:

  • God touching me with his fingertip of love and allowing me to live in my right mind..and have my health and strength
  • ...that God is a God of a second-chance...at everything: love, life, and happiness.
  • my mother....she's the light of my life.
  •  to have known my ex's Grandmother...she was sweet to me.
  • for music...the music of music..the music of life...the music of laughter. I'm happy
  • to be able to have a great holiday season.
  • to have loved and to have been loved..and to know I can love again and will be loved again.
  •  to be employed still..and every bill can be paid.
  • ...thankful...for being in school and working toward my goals.
  • ...for good friends..the ones who have my back and I know they only want the best for my.
  • ..my brother. He's the best boyfriend I've ever had :) and truly one of my best friends.
  • and simply...just for life...


I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Dont eat too much.... I promise I'm going to dust off my Nikes after I eat my weight in ham and potato salad :)

In the end....be thankful....be grateful!



Smooches!


Comments

  1. First, my deepest condolences to you for your loss. Your right, a piece of paper means little when you've been fortunate enough to form a great bond with some one.
    You know your mom is always in my prays. She will get that kidney before y'all know it. The road may seem long, but the destination will be more than worth it.
    And I just want to say that among the many things I'm thankful for, one of those is the fact that our paths have crossed(granted only via twitter and kik..lol)through a great mutual friend.
    Keep doing what you do. You touch more ppl than you probably realize.

    Happy Thanksgiving! :)

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  2. Hope you had a great thanksgiving. I'm sorry for your loss.

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  3. I agree - family is family, and you don't stop caring for someone abruptly just because things didn't work out. Gosh, I said it already, but I'm so sorry for this loss. Sounds like Ty's grandmother was one special lady.

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