Thanksgiving - The Forgotten Holiday
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This has been my husband’s gripe for a long time now. How do we go from Halloween to Christmas? He gets angry that Thanksgiving is forgotten and we zip right along to Christmas at the beginning of November. It’s come to him not wanting Christmas music playing in our home till after Thanksgiving.
He loves Thanksgiving. It was a time where his whole family got together and truly gave thanks for everything that had occurred the previous year. His dad was a police officer for the NYPD so I’m sure that him even attending each Thanksgiving dinner was a blessing in and of itself.
Glenn also loves the food. We have to have Thanksgiving at home so he can have a leftover turkey, cranberry and stuffing sandwich on white bread with extra mayonnaise the day after Thanksgiving.
When my husband was in the service he was stationed up in Connecticut. His family was in Brooklyn, where he was raised, so he’d go home for weekends sometimes. Join the Navy and see the world, huh?
One weekend he came home in June with a friend. His mother decided to make a big Thanksgiving dinner that weekend. Turkey and all the trimmings! What a treat! They had a great dinner and his dad went down to the pub to have a beer with the guys. Before Glenn headed back up to Connecticut, he went to the pub to say goodbye to his dad. As he was leaving, his dad grabbed him in a hug, gave him a kiss and told him he loved him. Another guy in the bar teased him for kissing his grown son to which my father in law replied “He’ll always be my son and I’ll always kiss him and tell him I love him”
The next morning Glenn got a call from his CO. His father had passed away the night before in his sleep at age 50.
I guess that’s one of the reasons he holds Thanksgiving so dear. It brings his dad back for at least one day out of the year.
And he, as a father now, never forgets to kiss his boys and tell them every day how much he loves them. He even lets them listen to Christmas music on Thanksgiving.
He loves Thanksgiving. It was a time where his whole family got together and truly gave thanks for everything that had occurred the previous year. His dad was a police officer for the NYPD so I’m sure that him even attending each Thanksgiving dinner was a blessing in and of itself.
Glenn also loves the food. We have to have Thanksgiving at home so he can have a leftover turkey, cranberry and stuffing sandwich on white bread with extra mayonnaise the day after Thanksgiving.
When my husband was in the service he was stationed up in Connecticut. His family was in Brooklyn, where he was raised, so he’d go home for weekends sometimes. Join the Navy and see the world, huh?
One weekend he came home in June with a friend. His mother decided to make a big Thanksgiving dinner that weekend. Turkey and all the trimmings! What a treat! They had a great dinner and his dad went down to the pub to have a beer with the guys. Before Glenn headed back up to Connecticut, he went to the pub to say goodbye to his dad. As he was leaving, his dad grabbed him in a hug, gave him a kiss and told him he loved him. Another guy in the bar teased him for kissing his grown son to which my father in law replied “He’ll always be my son and I’ll always kiss him and tell him I love him”
The next morning Glenn got a call from his CO. His father had passed away the night before in his sleep at age 50.
I guess that’s one of the reasons he holds Thanksgiving so dear. It brings his dad back for at least one day out of the year.
And he, as a father now, never forgets to kiss his boys and tell them every day how much he loves them. He even lets them listen to Christmas music on Thanksgiving.
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