2004/10/12

 

Thanksgiving

I didn't get to have a Thanksgiving weekend this year, but I'm still thankful. I've been blessed with great parents and a wonderful family.
I buried my last grandparent on Saturday, my 96 year old grandfather. He was born in 1908, served in the British Military, owned the farm that became the Golden Mile in T.O., worked as a painter, and worked for the parks department. He saw a lot in 96 years. It's proper, I believe, to stop and reflect every so often that one day we will lie in a hospital bed - if we're fortunate - and we will breathe our last. It is sobering and it puts one's day in perspective.

How can I best live a life that will have an impact beyond my own 96 years?



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