Where were you on Friday, November 22, 1963? (Hint: John F. Kennedy, President of the United States was assasinated that day in Dallas, Texas).
in class that afternoon I remember my teacher crying when the announcement of the President’s death was made. At the ripe age of 7, I didn’t really grasp the significance of the event. We were released early that day because many adults in the school were grief stricken.
In 2023 Thanksgiving falls on Nov 23. My mom would celebrate her 87th birthday had she lived. She died several years ago after struggling with dementia. I still miss hearing her voice. Before her dementia required full time care, I would call every week and chat. The last few months – maybe even a year – I’m sure she had no idea who I was. I treasure those chats. I wish I could make another call to her. The last in person visit I made she kept whispering to my dad, wondering who I was and why I was staying in their home.
My wife and I will gather with friends from church tomorrow (instead of inviting people to our home, we are hosting a group at our church) we will give thanks. We will give thanks for our families – those still with us, and those who have passed away.
Give thanks.