probably his last

This is probably my dad's last Thanksgiving, at least his last when he can still eat.  We can't be there, our resources tapped out by two mortgages (please pray/think good thoughts about our townhouse selling soon) and two trips to see him this summer.  I think the children and I will make cookies to freeze and then mail to his house this week, so that we can be a part of his probable last big Thanksgiving feast.  I want to do something nurturing.  Chocolate chip cookies, chocolate peanut butter no bake cookies, and chocolate brownies should go a little way toward brightening his feast, and the children enjoy helping to bake.

He did a lot of wrong things, but he also did a lot right.  I grew up knowing what it meant to be hugged like this.