Peter’s post, Better Toast, touched my heart today.
“Each of us here is missing someone important, a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, a husband, someone who couldn’t make the trip or someone who’s passed and left us yearning.”
As I looked around our Thanksgiving table, indoors, in our new home, as opposed to out on our patio like last year, I couldn’t help but feel the missing. There were people who had been there just one year ago who are now gone. What would we have done differently if we had known that was the last time we would be together?
The season of loss has transformed to a season of missing, a missing that hits me at the most unexpected times, but is also always sitting with me. The missing is heavy.
Back to Peter’s words, “I’m grateful for all that I had and all that I have.”
Thank you for sharing your words and saying what you mean. Your words touched me today.