Thanksgiving this years falls right on my son Kyle’s birthday.  He was born November 26th and left us this past Mother’s Day.  I have passed the 6 months mark of grieving.  It has been a hard journey but as I wrote back at the end of May, we, the living, must keep moving forward.  When Kyle was born on Thanksgiving day back in 1964, I remember having Thanksgiving dinner in the hospital.  It was remarkable.  He would tell his nieces and nephews that he was born on Thanksgiving Day so that is why he was called “Uncle Turkey”.  It was the family joke and I think for awhile the little ones really thought his name was Turkey.

We are going to his grave this Thanksgiving morning and we will have brunch there and celebrate his birthday and thank him for the wonderful, funny and generous life he gave us.  We …