It's November 1st, the beginning of my season of gratitude. Where do I even start?!
Those who are intimates of my father, know that he had a difficult time keeping his emotions under control whenever he felt "moved". I've come to realize that it was just a side-effect of the awe he felt at life and all of its blessings. In the fog of youth, I saw this as a frailty of his and it embarrassed me.
In the clarity of adulthood, I am proud to say, "I am, most assuredly, my father's son!"
I strive to live in gratitude.
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