A comforting ritual – baking
the annual Thanksgiving pies
connects me to Thanksgivings
past – decades of home and love,
laughter, food, memories of those
who’ve newly-arrived, and those
departed. This year will be
the first Thanksgiving without
Moz. And as I pour blackberries
into the pie I realize these berries
were ones I picked the summer
after she passed, and I wonder
if I might have a left-over bag
of blackberries I picked during
the summer before – when Moz
was still moving amongst us.
I go to the freezer in the garage
and root amongst the frozen bags,
digging, searching – and there!
I find a bag of berries marked
2016! And now a part of the world
that still held Moz in it is in
this year’s Thanksgiving pie.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist
Karen Molenaar Terrell
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist 
That’s so great! A sign, man. I’m tellin’ ya’. Fantastic one at that.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Much to be thankful for. Not the least of which is that pie. 😊
Oh, thank you, sonofabeach! And happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! What a blessing to know you are in the world! 🙂
Hahaha. Likewise, my dear. 😊
This is indeed beautiful lines and wonderful – Wishing you a Thanksgiving overflowing with peace, love and laughter.
Thank you, mihrank! Wishing you everything good!