Thanksgiving...the true meaning

This thanksgiving i was acting like the grinch of the season. I was not looking forward to a long day of cooking or two. I was not into the daily thankful blogs on facebook. I didnt care for the holiday at all. I was missing family and ready to put up my christmas tree ans slimmer waist line. A few days before thanksgiving i was the smallest i had been in a few years and decorating my tree dancing to santa baby. All was right in my world. God knew what i was thankful for so why did everyone else need to know. I couldnt skip thanksgiving though and take that away from my husband so i did a small piece of thanksgiving. As i started cooking on thanksgiving eve and trying to be cheerful i got a message. There was an emergency and my husband needed to call home. He came home from work and all the while all i could think of was thanksgiving 2006. Everything seemed normal as we got ready for our small family thanksgiving and the phone rang. My grandma was needing surgery. A million tears fell as i remembered that thanksgiving and losing my grandmother. My mama. It felt like i was standing back in time again waiting to see what the call was about. I knew...after reading his families' fb statuses. I knew..it was his grandfather. Such an amazing man. What i didnt know is if we had time. Sean got off of the phone and came into the kitchen where i had previous,y been cooking and dancing with my girls to find me in shock in tears. I asked if it was him..he said yes. I cried more remembering how i felt wondering if he felt that way. I apologized for being weak in a moment i was suppose to be strong for him.sean laughed as if it was okay. We did have time. Sean said we didnt need to rush it. Hours later i convinced him to call and make sure we didnt need to come home and ofcourse we did. I packed immediately forgetting we were no longer a short drive away. I kept praying for his grandma. Yes i wrote that right. I prayed for her to have the strength to bare this pain. I prayed for her health through this. I prayed for her sanity. After what felt like eternity we were home in kansas the day after thanksgiving. We were rushed through the elevator into his room to say our goodbyes. We waited for his last breath. All i could think about was what wonderful people his grandfather and grandmother were. I kept looking at her and him. Inlove through the pain. You see up until the oast two years i never had a grandmother or grandfather i was close to. I could talk to and go see and felt a part of. My mom's parents didnt speak english; my real fathers parents were mot around; my dad's parents lived too far. Over the past two 1/2 years i grew closer to my grandma and grandpa robinson and seans grandparents. I only recently had that love of a grandparent. Losing one was heart breaking. I regreted not saying my thankful comments,not appreciating the holiday, not being closer to home. Well Through the process we were able to spend time with Seans great uncle and aunt. We feel like we gained another set of grandparents and so do our kids. Grandpa pulled through and is the miracle man. He is such a strong man. Its unbelieveable. We were given a million and one reasons to be thankful on thanksgiving and every day. We felt closer and more inlove watching his grandmothers love and commitment to his grandfather. We felt a million things through the emotional roller coaster. Most of all coming home we felt love. We were able to see all of his family, my mom, sister, nephew, and brother. We are blessed.