I don’t believe in a God so not sure who or what I am thanking this day. And I don’t want to be thankful. But reluctantly I am.
There are the obvious things to be thankful of…family, my husband, friends, my job, laughter, cream puffs (bet you thought I’d say chocolate), puppies and kittens.
But I am most thankful that I know my brother is dying. Of course I would rather he didn’t die. Knowing provides this painful gift that rips at me but also binds my whole family closer.
Ignorance is not bliss. If he were to die with no warning I would never have really known him. I thought I knew him, thought we were close, that I had him figured out. No surprises.
I have never been so thankful to be so wrong.