Today, while having my morning coffee and checking emails, I got a surprise. I was surprised, because I’ve never, ever, received a Happy Thanksgiving card before, and I was elated because of who sent it to me.
It was a beautiful, animated card of a country scene, complete with pumpkins, children playing, grownups doing their thing, and of course, my favorite – dogs. Music played as I watched the scenes unfold, and I was touched that anyone had even thought of me on Thanksgiving. In addition to the animation, were the following words:
WE ARE THANKFUL FOR HAVING YOU IN OUR LIVES.
ON THIS SPECIAL DAY WE WISH YOU GOOD HEALTH, WONDERFUL MEMORIES, AND LOTS OF TASTY TURKEY!
NORM AND GINA
The card was from the USA, which accounts for the tears forming as I write.
I’ve always believed that having real friends is better than money or material things. I have never bought anything in my life that made me as happy as my friends. And I have never cried because there was something I couldn’t afford. But I’ve always cried when I’ve lost a friend.
I recently wrote about such a new friendship and how our meeting had affected me. I got the same feeling when I met my friend Norm and Gina Colon, his much younger wife.
It was about a year ago, and I was on a scheduled walk with the walking club. We were standing in front of the Peace Arch Monument at the border crossing, getting our picture taken when we first spoke to each other.
Norm mentioned that it was his first walk in a year because he had been going through treatments for stomach cancer. I immediately liked this man and not just because we both had had cancer. There are some people whom I’m able to connect with instantly, and those people usually become my friends for life.
I have buddies I’ve known all my life, but I haven’t seen in decades – and yet, we’re still best friends.
My friend Peter Hrehoruk, whom I’ve only seen several times since the early ’80s, is one of my best friends. He recently underwent quadruple bypass surgery on his heart. I call him each week to see how he’s doing. I am so proud of him for his courage.
And Norm Colon is another person whose courage I admire. When you are hanging by your fingertips on the edge of doom, it takes more than doctors or medicine to pull you through. And Norm is one of the bravest men I know. Our lives have been very similar – our dads were a lot alike, too.
The last time I saw Norm, he told me something that I will always remember. He said that as he looks at his accomplishments in life – he’s proudest of the fact that his sons remember, love, and are always thoughtful to their mom.
So, to Norm and Gina, thank you for thinking of me on your Thanksgiving Day. I’m sending you a Thanksgiving card next year, on Canada’s version in October.
I always enjoy visiting the USA, and here’s a special message to my American friends.
Dedicated to Norm and Gina Colon
Today’s tune from Danny’s library (purchased):