I don't think Thanksgiving has ever meant quite so much as it did this year. Sunday the kids and I went to Mom's for Thanksgiving dinner (Tim was sick all weekend). My brother, Tom and his girlfriend, Cindy and their 3 kids came as well. I haven't talked about it to many people but Cindy was in an accident last Monday. She was driving a Purolator truck, turning left and a transport came up from behind her and hit her. She was thrown from the truck and eventually taken to London hospital. She ended up with two broken bones in her neck. They decided she didn't need surgery but she had to have one of those halos put on. They sent her home Thursday so I hadn't seen her yet and I thought I was prepared but I wasn't...I lost it. She is one of the sweetest, kindest people I know and I felt horrible for what she's going through. The "halo" is uncomfortable, it weighs about 15 pounds and has like a wool padding which is supposed to be soft but all it does is itch. She has to sleep practically sitting up and the painkillers they gave her made her nauseous. If all goes well it will be off in a month.
I'm so very thankful Cindy made it through this accident. I'm also thankful for all the riches in my life, especially my family and friends...I'm extremely fortunate, I know that. I like to think that I don't just remember that one day a year, trying not to take anything for granted and living each day to its fullest. It's not easy and I know I'm not always successful but this has definitely been a wake up call.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
In the end,it's not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years.
-Abraham Lincoln