Post Thanksgiving Report

I'm happy to report that Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. She showed up at 12:15 and was promptly given a tour to make sure my dad hadn't run the place into the ground. And he hadn't. I even assured her that the condo was NOT full of little piles of things when I arrived - dad's signature style of cleaning or as I like to call it "squirreling".  She was proud and impressed.

We spent the day as (hopefully) every other family out there did - eating too much and enjoying the fact that we were all in one place. Near the end of the day as I sat next to her and watched her enjoy a piece of pecan pie she simply stated "I've really enjoyed today". That's all any of us could ask for. Eventually she had to leave and yes, it was hard, but nowhere near what I think all of us originally expected.

There is a certain determination to my mom (shocking, I know). It would be easy for her to play victim and for us to be wracked with guilt. And frankly that would seem would seem fair considering the circumstances. Don't get me wrong. I know she isn't happy about this less than stellar hand she's been dealt. I think if she could strangle the dealer of this hand, she would. Maybe even bite him/her. BUT, instead she's just playing the hand she's dealt. And playing it well might I add because we all know how she gets when she loses. Sportsmanship award winner she is not.