I've been reading a lot about gratitude.
Gratitude, and giving thanks are a place of comfort in a season of my life that is fraught with despair. Isn't it better to remember our many blessings, than to bemoan "why me?"
"To be so far from want that we wish others to be partakers of our plenty is something for which to give thanks" Jeanne Bishop
It's in that spirit that I want to celebrate Thanksgiving. This holiday season will be very difficult for me and my family, given the recent tragedy of losing our most beloved mom, Maureen Nalle.
She embodied a giving spirit each and everyday. She was the absolute mother who gave of herself every minute, and in every endeavor to make us happier, healthier, and nourished in body and soul by her love. We were so lucky to bask in the warmth of her love and generosity, for every minute of our lives.
As a tribute to my mom, I quote the following from Matthew 25:35-36
For l was hungry and you gave me food; l was thirsty and you gave me drink; l was a stranger and you took me in. I was naked and you clothed me; l was sick and you visited me.
This was oft repeated in thoughts about my mom in the days following her passing - from her spiritually adopted sons Frank and Francis in Sekondi, Ghana to Father Joe Campbell at her funeral mass.
I try to recall that spirit, when I am undone by thoughts of her voice and aching to talk to her again. She would not have us laying about in despair- she would have us doing something in her memory and in her honor.
This morning I woke to read about a fundraising campaign, started by a friend from Yelp, Marcia Masulla, in memory of her beloved pup Chico. In her season of grief, she took to founding a campaign in memory of the Tiny but Mighty pup who rescued her. I'm inspired by her love and strength! Because my dogs are such a constant source of joy and comfort for us, as they were for my mom during her illness, I can think of no better reason and time to donate to this cause.