Thanksgiving traditions and Memoir

This thanksgiving was a first that some families had others missing from their table. Not because they couldn’t make it, because they were celebrating with Jesus. 

My great uncle had a sadness in his eyes almost as if he was lost in his mind. He handed out a few pages of staples paper that he had typed up about my aunt. Her biography. He didn’t want to leave anything out and wanted others to add to it. 

It made me think, how many of us have written our own autobiographies down and what will others remember us by or thank us for? What good did we do in this world that stood out?

A bed delivery to a child, so they don’t have to sleep on the couch or with their five siblings?

A race we ran to raise money for a homeless shelter and to show our kids how important exercise and being healthy is?

Sending a shoe box over seas to a child we may never see or hear from. Knowing the items in that box will be cherished to the child. They will remember years from now.

So many small gestures can end up being so big for someone! And somehow we make excuses that we are too busy or too tired or don’t have the extra money.