Yesterday my husband cooked 2 big turkeys for hardworking Mexicans that risked everything to live and work in our great country.
Today we have 2 of our daughters in our home in Savannah to eat turkey and be thankful to live in this great country that is so generous.
My son, Ryan, can't be with us this holiday. I miss having him here, but I am also very happy that he has a job that he loves.
I am thankful for so very much, in spite of the tears in my eyes. That is the life of a mother that has lost a child. All emotions are mixed in with grief that never leaves the soul.