As we head into the long holiday weekend, and as my SIL-to-be sits with her mom while she lays dying in the hospital, I am once again reminded of what's important. And more importantly, what isn't.
For those of you who dread being around your family at this time of year, I urge you to remember that some people have no family. Or no partner. Or nothing to put on the table.
I've lost a lot in my time on Earth so far, and it's made me truly appreciate what matters. It's not about gorging oneself and passing out in front of the football game (as fun as that might be). It's not about what you give, what you get or what you wear. It's not about the stuff.
You are born alone, you die alone. Nobody makes those two journeys of experience with you. The space between those events is about the relationships you make, the memories you create, and hopefully the knowledge that you left the world a bit better off - in human terms - than when you got here.
I know what I'm thankful for.
What are you thankful for?