Last Thanksgiving was an awesome one. Not because of the food but because you were with us. I remember everything from that week you spent here. I remember you getting off the greyhound bus and not recognizing me and complaining to Angelica right in front of me that you would never take a long rode like that again and that you hated the trip. But after a day here you settled in just fine. As a matter of fact I remember you said you didn't eat turkey but you sure gobbled it down that day.

later that night I pulled up Google maps on the TV and we went street by street through the old neighborhood with you telling me stories about when you were younger.

I will never forget that visit for so many reasons. Most of all because it was the last thanksgiving that you would be with us.

I love you so much and know wholeheartedly that you will always be with us.