Every day when my fingers touch my keyboard, I thank my lucky stars. I’ve always loved to write, but never truly dared to dream of a day when I’d make a living by stringing one word after the next. Yet here I am, clack clack clacking away. Granted, the paycheck I get isn’t large by anyone’s standards. But it’s a paycheck, nonetheless. And I earn it by doing what I love most. That’s definitely something to be thankful for.
There have been tough times, to be sure, in these last 12 months. But it is the things in which we find joy, and which give us hope, which get us through those dark hours. Despite the ups and downs, or maybe because of them, I find I have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
It is often in the most challenging times, when people’s true colors are revealed. This year, I discovered how truly remarkable my family is. It’s hard to believe that Saturday it will be two months since we lost my Uncle Rich after a long, difficult battle with cancer. His passing left a tremendous void in my life, and all those who had the privilege of knowing him. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him, and those he left behind - my Aunt Maureen, my cousin Barbara, my cousin Richie and his wife Dee and their beautiful family. I know he lives on in all of us who loved him. And considering the sheer numbers in the combined Farrell and Lopresti clans, I assure you that’s impressive.
Uncle Rich’s death isn’t the first our family has endured by any means, and, as such is the nature of life, his surely won’t be the last. But both in the months leading up to his final breath, and in the time since, I have realized the true beauty of being part of such a large family. Each individual has something unique to offer, and gives it willingly. Together, we are the rock which can weather any storm. I am so thankful for them all.
I am blessed, too, with the two most amazing parents on this planet. They have taught me so much about life and love, and my truest wish in life is to make them proud. I cherish every day I get to spend with them.
I’m thankful that my brother Ken and his family are with us this Thanksgiving. (And the freezer is now fully stocked with venison as a result. Yum.)
My sister Trish, brother Dennis and their respective families weren’t able to make it this year, but they’ll be gracing us with their presence in time for Christmas, so I have that to be thankful for, too.
Our family motto has always been “the more the merrier,” and that’s been true this past year. We’ve had a steady stream of guests at “The Farm,” which is what my mom’s family always calls our place. It reminds me of when I was little, and our house was always full of aunts, uncles and far too many cousins to count.
