My Pippy Cat and My Miguelito
As Thanksgiving approaches my thoughts naturally turn to that for which I am most thankful. I am blessed with so many wonderful family members, friends, pets and things and so have decided against listing them as I am sure to miss someone or something. Instead, for now, I would like to focus on something else: the feeling in our Home. You guys all know me well enough to know why it means so much to me to finally have a Home. When my mom passed away 16 years ago, everything my family and I had ever known seemed to change. Our family had splintered in our pain and it was then that I realized our Home was no longer really there. Yes, the house had somehow survived our universe shaking loss of Mama, but that did not mean it still felt the same. I was thirteen and I was adrift in my loss and my desire not to be different because of my loss. Thank heavens for my loving family in these times.
Many years have now passed, and I now have that which I find to be most precious: a Home. So many things work together to create the feeling of Home, don't they? Peace, order, love and our little family made up of Michael & Me and our little zoo. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the peace I feel, and find myself with a lump in my little throat at my good fortune and happiness. So long have I sought this and now it is here at last! I am so thankful, so very, very thankful.
I could not have achieved this level of joy on my own. Thank you all for the parts you have played in helping me to get to where I am today. Each of you have been there with a smile, a hug, a joke, honesty, advice, guidance, encouraging letters and emails and most of all with your own desire for my happiness. My friend Helen has frequently asked me how I can stay so positive about the future when so many genuine tragedies have befallen me in my past. Well now you know. Perhaps my life has not been perfect, but my family and friends have more than made up the difference.
I am thankful.