This year? Different yet again. All the grandkids are with their dads and other extended family and Michelle is working the holiday and through the weekend, 12 to 16-hour shifts at the hospital. Women are having difficult pregnancies or going into labor too soon; babies are being born.
So, it was just me and daughter Elissa this year. We decided to have our meal at the Dragonfly cafe, down the Street. She walked a block north, I walked a block south, and we met in the middle.
It felt just right. It was a calm, sunny, blue-sky day. Christmas decorations graced Main Street. Elissa looked beautiful. The "Fly's" great cook, manager and owner, Jennifer Miller Blakeman, and her crew of dedicated helpers, in and out of the kitchen, presented a delicious meal. We filled up on roasted gluton-free chicken and cornish hen, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans and other vegetables, great salad and fruit, nice desserts. The place filled up; the guests were friendly, the atmosphere homey and warm. We greeted each other, smiled, chatted a bit, and agreed that this was a great way to spend Thanksgiving, with whomever we were with--spouses, moms, children, grandchildren, strangers--letting someone else do the cooking and play host. I was happy to be with Elissa.
Then Jennifer announced that dinner was on her! My treat, she told us; she wanted to give back to those who had given to her. Her grateful guests left money, whatever we could, in a glass donation jar, grateful that the spirit of Thanksgiving was alive and well. That's why the Dragonfly is special.
A graceful spirit hovered, maybe an angel, maybe my brother Loren, for sure an aura of gratitude and harmony.