Such a bittersweet Thanksgiving

Yesterday was Thanksgiving.  Bet y'all knew that.  If you are anything like me, you still feel slightly uncomfortably full.  Last year, I think I made a list of things to be thankful for, both big and small.  I love doing things like that.  I actually have a nice little notebook that I jot a few things down in every morning (unless I oversleep, which is often.)  There are millions of things to be thankful for this year, but in our family we are pretty focused on just one, and that is my Uncle Bob.  What an awesome guy.  For most of my life, he and my Aunt Jan and their 2 daughters (Melissa and Jessica) have lived in Napa, CA.  He is a retired pilot.  He is one of my most favorite people on earth.  I don't know all the medical technicalities of the situation, but last  week something happened that caused areas of his brain to not receive adequate oxygen and he went into a sort of coma-like state.  Now, his wife, children, grandchildren and friends are sitting by his side and saying their last words, praying for peace and comfort, sharing stories and beautiful memories and tears.  The last time I cried writing a blog post was when Luther died.  Oddly enough, the 2 stories relate more than you would think.  Uncle Bob and Aunt Jan were responsible for our desire to have a basset hound, years ago.  Brad and I had traveled to Napa for Jessica and Alex's wedding, and we got to spend lots of time with their basset, Molly.  And when I was young and visited with my parents, they had Herbie.  I loved those dogs.

Please say a prayer for the Blair family.  I am so blessed to have such a wonderful uncle, with such fond memories.  I hope very much to have the opportunity to see him one more time, even if it happens when his life here is over.  Also, this is a little sappier than I tend to be, but make sure you tell your family and friends that you love them.  Often.

I borrowed this picture from Aunt Jan's facebook.  Look at those beautiful grandkids!