Today is Thanksgiving, November 24, 2011. It is without a doubt one of my most precious memories of Jeannette. Here she is sitting at the dinner table surrounded by all her loved ones. I am sitting right next to her. It is 2008. Her last Thanksgiving. I think she knew it would be her last because she had begged me to please spend it with her at her dad's house. As you all know from my previous blogs, that I do not like the man that calls himself father. He is not a father to his very own children and is not a grandfather to most of his grandchildren. Anyway, I had told Jeannette that yes, I would attend the Thanksgiving dinner at her dad's house. It was awkward walking into his home at first but as soon as Jeannette came running over to me to hug me I began to have a sense of happiness in my heart. I noticed a few items my ex had stolen from me when he abandoned me and his children. The hutch, the table, etc. o.k. I had to let that ugly feeling go out the window and enjoy the company of my Jeannette and grandchildren and also my son and his family and my other daughter, Diana and her family. We laughed, we ate, we hugged. One thing that I couldn't do is take away that demon cancer growing inside Jeannette and that tore at my heart. On the outside I was laughing and having a good time but on the inside I was on my knees crying and crying for my Jeannette. She didn't know that I noticed she didn't hardly eat any turkey or anything else on her plate. I told her how lovely she looked in her fancy jeans, boots and cute top. She smiled at me and whispered in my ear, "Thank You Mama for coming." I would do anything for her. If she were still alive and asked me to do it again, I would. I shall forever never be the same person. Thanksgiving is a day of thanks. I give thanks to God for giving me such a wonderful loving daughter.
I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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