It’s that time of the year, albeit a bit later than usual. Thanksgiving is upon us once again.

I have come to grips with my late father’s view on why he always hated this time of year: the drop of the leaves and the bareness of the trees , in later years, reminded him off death. I understand that now.

I respected my father’s view, but at this point of my life, although I have experienced a lot of deaths, I have also chosen this time of the year to be thankful.

Another Thanksgiving means I am physically here, which is good. I have a husband and pup and family who love me and although we aren’t as young as we used to be, well, we are still here.

I am thankful to have found a second career in my lifetime , which I never though I would have the opportunity to do. They say that working with children is incredible, and I heartily agree. Although Jim and I don’t have any children, I am sure he feels like we do because of the stories I share with him when we are together. We chuckle and enjoy the antics. We have even met my students when we are out and about.

Kasia has taught me to persevere. We keep moving on together, through our aches and pains, and we take each day as it comes. There is a certain peace I get when I walk her, because I make it a point to observe what she is observing, although, agreed, I am at a little higher level. I try to appreciate every day with her.

Finally, I am thankful for you. Thanks for taking the time for reading my blog. Although I have not been writing on a daily basis, I am grateful for those of you who take the time to read my musings.

Happy Thanksgiving!