By Edith Morgan
This will be a holiday season like no other in our lives: We celebrate in the midst of a pandemic, after nearly nine months of self-isolation and keeping our distance from each other.
Looking at these facts, it would seem at first glance that we have little to be thankful for but, at least in my case, the reality of our situation helps to focus on what is really important for me: my family and friends, my neighbors, my city, my country and the rest of humanity.
I have just celebrated my 90th birthday and, despite the limitations of the coronavirus, I experienced an unforgettable outpouring of love and friendship from my children, grandchildren, neighbors and new and old friends.
I am still surrounded by the reminders of my birthday, that special, socially distanced event … the helium balloons slowly deflating, the chocolates partly consumed, the cake’s candles waiting for a colder darker evening, and the soft scarves, gloves and other gifts still on display as daily reminders.
So, first I am so grateful for the things in my daily life that make me grateful all the time. Then, of course, there is the daily gratitude I feel that I have my health and can still maintain my independence and carry on the activities of daily life myself: my cat, the birds that depend on my feedings, and the squirrels, chipmunks and skunk family living under my shed! The many plants and bouquets, survivors from birthday party and all that are in my garden. Afl take care and feeding. So, thanks for all the joys of daily life!
I am also mindful of what a great city Worcester is and all it offers to us to make life worthwhile – and of course the neighbors and other people who pass through my life in their various functions. Your names are in my memory, but I won’t name you all here. You know who you are …
We have finally reached the end of the everlasting election, and there is light at the end of the tunnel. I am thankful that so many of my fellow citizens showed up and started to right the ship of state and started restoring America to its rightful place among the nations. I am so thankful that we are gradually becoming, once again, the great beacon of democracy that so many of looked to save us …
I always remember that, despite occasional turns unto the dark side, somehow the decency and good sense of the American people come back to set things right.
And this week I was grateful that finally Memorial Grove in Green Hill Park was dedicated and properly honored outdoors as we celebrated Veterans’ Day on November 11th.
I think I have always been an optimist: the glass is always half full, and I have always been thankful that there was anything in it at all!
So, this year, there will not be a 24-pound turkey and all the fixings, and the boys and men will not assemble in the living room to watch football. I will be one of five or six eating at the home of my daughter, but I will be very appreciative of all I still have and for all I believe is still ahead, for me, for those I love, and for everyone else out there …