Post Thanksgiving
I'm tired, I'm bloated from too much salt, I drank my weight in wine..but it was great.
This was the first Thanksgiving in 25 years that I hadn't cook for the Schutt family. With Ella gone and Bill in NM, there really isn't anyone to cook for.
My sister Peg invited us to join the Beckman-Weatherly feast at her house. At first I wasn't sure about crashing her table. But I knew sitting at home would make me sad. So we accepted.
The food was delicious, the conversation was witty, wine flowed like a river and we felt welcomed.
And you know what? It felt just like the Thanksgivings we used to have at home at the (Schulz) farm. It brought back memories. I have to admit, I excused myself to go outside on the pretense of having a hot flash...but really needed to shed some emotional tears. I missed Ella and the Schutts...but Mom and Dad too. Today would've been their 75th wedding anniversary.
So it was a good Thanksgiving. Thank you, Peggy and Karen for inviting us. You made a sad day one of remembrance.
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