I got a Thanksgiving card from my classroom aide who lost twin boys 39 years ago. I think she meant it in the best way and if I read it in a stronger, better mood, it almost seems good, but it still bothers me. She points out all I have to be thankful for and tells me to smile. I know I DO have a lot to be thankful for. I should be thankful and I am. But I’m also sad. This Thanksgiving cannot be the normal fun time with family and food. I will see my family and we will have food and I’m sure some happy moments, but there is a hole. The empty spot she refers to hurts. It can’t be filled by my husband’s new job, good health and other people. I don’t even want it to. I do want to be thankful to my Lord, but I also want to be aware of my Luke who is missing. I think it’s okay to be sad about that. I don’t always want to count my blessings and smile. I choose not to feel like I have to all the time. Whether she or anyone else likes it or not.