On this festive and food oriented holiday I thought I’d drop a note to say what I’m truly thankful for.
I am thankful for the love of a beautiful woman, my soulmate and my life. Diane who at this time is slaving away in the kitchen to produce another bountiful feast for us to enjoy. For her courage against all odds, for her perceverence in maintaining her unwavering devotion for me during my first marriage to another and for her ability to make me see the man I want to be I am, indeed, truly thankful. I would have no books published, no awards won nor would I have so many author friends if not for her gentle guidance and stubborn patience. I would happily lay down my life for her.
My step-children, children and grandkids. These are my future hopes that what I’ve learned in my past will be furthered onward in generations to come. For the sons who aren’t of my body, but share a kindred soul I thank the Goddess for Matthew and Ben. For her devotion to family and taking up arms against a sea of troubles that threaten our clan I thank Her for Candace. Brendan, my youngest who shares my wild imagination and Anthony who tries to hold his own in two households I thank the Goddess for them as well. Duncan, Sabastian, Keegan, Miguel, Nathan and Sibohan who are not of my blood but are eternally bound to me I humbly take joy in their existence.
For the lousy job I have. Despite the constant whining and complaining by customers who demand I take charges off their bills (despite the truthfulness to their validity) I thank the Goddess that I’m employed. This thing called work, which takes me away from hearth and home, provides me with just enough money to chase my dreams with my family by my side. Although I grouse and grumble, I would be homeless without it. I try to take as much pleasure from doing a good job as I can. It also has allowed me to talk to many a kindred soul. Those who are just happy to be served and ask nothing more than a fairness outweight and outnumber the gripers.
I thank my parents Nancy and Charles, gone many years since who provided me with food, shelter, clothing and love for which there is absolutely no price that can be attached to it. I only wish I could thank them in person, but having done so in life I am secure in the notion that they watch from on high and, hopefully are proud of their oldest son.
I am thankful for the country inwhich I was born. For the Red, White and Blue–for the chance to live free and do as I wish without restraints to spirit, education or social status. I do not believe in Red states or Blue states and I”m hopefully thankful that we still live in a free society. Only in America can you be anything you want to be. Soldier, statesmen, banker or baker you can do as you wish here in the good old U.S.A.
To those who serve in the military, keeping us safe I am truly grateful. My family has ever been closely associated with those in uniform. Since my great-great-great grandsire Baron Barton Von Neumann who came here from his native Germany to settle in Ohio to my mother’s side that crossed the Atlantic Ocean from Italy I am thankful for my heritage. Those who didn’t serve went into factories to make both domestic and military materials during Peace and War. I would be nothing without my past. I am proud to say my step-son Matthew and son-in-law Jose both proudly serve in the U.S. Army. Words cannot express my pride in this.
In closing I would ask you to seek out your loved ones this Thanksgiving and see to it you connect with them on an emotion and spiritual level. Conversations during dinner, football games or just over coffee will be the ever-burning logs inwhich your memories will glow and warm you.