I am fondly remembering the last Thanksgiving my husband and I happily shared together.
At the time little did I know or dream that it would be our last Thanksgiving.
It brings pain to write of my memories but yet; it brings joy and laughter in having shared a blessed Thanksgiving.
My husband was a very out going, fun loving, jovial, happy person. He loved celebrations and looked forward to the holidays. He loved traditions. On Thanksgiving he prepared his special dish oyster stew. This was his special appetizer. He got the idea from my father who would have oyster stew on Thanksgiving with our family.
I prepared a Thanksgiving dinner, a feast, turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, all the trimmings. The dinner was enjoyed and shared by the family.
My husband always gave me flowers no matter what the occasion, Thanksgiving was no different.
I was truly thankful to share a beautiful Thanksgiving filled with love, happiness, and warmth.
This Thanksgiving although my husband is no longer here, he suddenly passed away the next day after Thanksgiving. He lives in my heart and in the hearts of family and friends. We will light a candle in his memory this Thanksgiving and look forward to the holidays as he would have done.
In conclusion I would like to post a poem by Anne Bradstreet which to me demonstrates our love.
To My Dear And Loving Husband
BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1612–1672
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.