This past year has flown by for our family. Most of the time, I wasn’t quite sure what day of the week or even what month it was as the days began to blur together. It has been a year full of difficulties and sorrow, but also a year of full of joy. As Thanksgiving approaches, I am reminded of all the blessings our family has received, despite our trials.
My husband’s mother passed away just a couple of weeks ago. For those of you of you who knew Mom, especially those who cared for her for many years at Mountain City Care and Rehabilitation Center, she was funny with a dry sense of humor and a dash of sarcasm. Although she was 98 years old, Mom continued to know us and never failed to make us smile. Despite our loss and broken hearts, we are blessed. What we discovered were friends, new and old, who comforted us, prayed with us and even helped feed us when they knew we were at our lowest point. We will always be grateful to them. We encountered strangers along the way who reached out to offer us comfort and assistance as we made our way from Mountain City to her final resting spot in Norfolk, Virginia.
We celebrate the joys of our youngest son buying his first home, and breathe a sigh of relief that our middle son has realized life isn’t all about having a good time as he has begun to take life more seriously. We were overjoyed when our son and his wife both started new jobs, even though they now live a 14-hour car ride away.
We are thankful for medical advances that could potentially help our grandson, who is autistic and suffers from multiple seizures every day. We are grateful he will have surgery in the next few weeks in an effort to reduce these episodes. While life with a non-verbal five year old can be exhausting much of the time, we are proud of our daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter for their courage, patience and determination to make sure Xavier is given every opportunity to thrive.

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