Hard to believe it’s been several days since I posted. I guess I’ve been distracted, otherwise occupied. And here we are, Thanksgiving.

It’s always been a special day for me; the annual celebration of all that it means to be home.

This year, my brother and his wife and little boy are here, and we have our parents and we’re all well, so I’m especially thankful for my family. And I’m thankful for memories. All those beautiful days with our grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins.

Time and the river. To live is to move on; to forget is never to have lived. Am I wrong?