This was the first year ever, in 27 years, that we didn't have either of our kids at home for Thanksgiving. Jesse, Karina and Lilly went to Karina's mom's for a family reunion and dinner, and Christie and Travis stayed in Mesa and went to Travis' mom's for dinner. I wasn't quite sure what to do this year...I thought about going out for dinner and then a movie or something. But in the end we invited my cousin Dan Mento and his friend Steve, and a young women from our old ward, Keeley Powondra, over. Then a former missionary, Geoff Dyer, came too. So it turned out to be really fun. I made tons too much food, but it was all good. Jesse and family ended up coming over later and we ate some more, and I got my Lilly fix! Tonight Don and I watched Get Smart and ate leftoevers. I love leftoevers!
My whole family in NJ got together at Karen's for dinner, and I wish we could have been there. We might have gone except we spent so much money on our trip to Mesa in October that we really couldn't afford it. Oh, well, maybe another year!
We have a little boy at preschool whose mom brought him to the open house in mid-August, on a Friday. Within a day or two she just died! She was only in her early 30s, and apparently healthy...she went upstairs to get ready for bed and her husband found her on the floor in her pajamas. I don't know if they ever found out what killed her. She was a returned missionary and this little boy, who's only 3, was she and her husband's only child. She was a stay at home Mom, too, I think. So sad. Anyway, on the Monday before Thanksgiving, nobody came to pick this little boy up from school. The director tried the dad's number many times, and he didn't answer. The emergency number was no longer in service. The director finally called a mom from the class who had been driving him home ever since his mother died. This mom said she had told his dad the day before that she couldn't do it anymore. So anyway, this mom texted him and he answered the text. He had just forgotten. So TWO HOURS LATE this little boy was finally picked up by his father, who was practically in tears at having forgotten him. Can you imagine? I feel for the father, who must be very overwhelmed and still sad, but feel more for this little child. We offered him food but he didn't want to eat. He didn't want to play either, he just wanted to go home. They are in my heart and prayers. I guess Heavenly Father must have had a pretty good reason for wanting to call the mom home....I hope so.
Watching him reminded me of how I might have acted as a five year old when my brother died. Just quiet, not saying much, and not smiling. He just doesn't have much to smile about.
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Hey, your Thanksgiving sounds like it turned out fun. But man, the thing about the little boy, is way too sad. I wish that no little children had to lose their parents.
Me, too. It's a child's worst nightmare, and in the last two years, two of our little kids (both boys) lost their mommies unexpectedly. Their whole lives changed in an instant. Hopefully Heavenly Father watches out especially well for these little ones. But what a sad thing for them.
You always know how to make things fun, even when they're not exactly what you would have wanted. I'm sure you missed your kids and I'm equally sure they missed you too.
There is a lot of sadness in this world and I'm sure the Lord watches out for those who are hurting in a tender way. I'm glad he had you there to watch over him for a little while.
Poor little guy, that makes me so sad for him. And I am glad that your Thanksgiving turned out good!
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