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How thankful can one woman really be? Is there a limit to how deep gratitude flows- a way to measure how much love I hold in my heart for my family? Forty-years of Thanksgiving meals shared next to the ones who adore me the most. For it has been written; our family IS beautiful. God bestowed unto me a family full of compassion, understanding and genuine empathy. We all share each other’s pain and embrace each other’s victories. Thursday November 25th, 2010 was a Thanksgiving I shall never forget; it was absolutely perfect. It was really no different from any other year, per se, but looking back it was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. Of course, great-grandma made her juicy oven-roasted turkey. And who can forget that amazing pumpkin pie? Not I.

a family tale 
of deep love and loyalty- 
beauty was written

It wasn’t the succulent food that made Thanksgiving so rememberable. Nor was it the football game on the television everyone crowded around. It was WHO was there with me, breaking bread through blood and loyalty. God birthed me into a family full of so much love I have no words to describe the depth. But that last Thursday in November 2010 would be different. Little did I know it would be the last Thanksgiving our whole entire family would gather together in love. But that’s what I'm trying to get across; even though we did the same thing year after year, that year was special, and I didn’t even know it until years later.

gathering in love
bountiful breaking of bread- 
significant day

Honestly, the one word that comes to my head from that day is “laughter”. I have no inkling what was being spoken of; all I remember is me sitting on grandpapa’s ol’ teal leather couch next to Karen, my eldest sister. When I tell you she was funny, I am serious, she was hilarious! Never a dry eye when we were together. Tears of laughter just flowed from our eyes and for a moment it was like everything would always be okay. We both carry the same gene- laugh too hard, eyes redden, and tears just fall. There is NO compare to the power of deep, stomach-paining laughter. It truly does heal and brings comfort when feeling cold and restless. For she was my hero and I was her rock and that was the last Thanksgiving I shared with her. It’s funny how I don’t have a specific memory about that day; just warmth felt in my heart when I close my eyes and imagine us there, once again; together and happy and always seeing the brilliance life offers. I shall never forget that resonating day- 
when life seemed simple and laughter was all we had.

two sisters giggling
sharing hope life will bring ease-
GOD BLESSED US THAT DAY





October 30, 2019
Regina Riddle
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
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