I have just finished the first Thanksgiving meal since my wife Patty died last February. We ( two of my sons and their two companions plus me) did pretty good in all respects. I hope that Patty is not too disappointed at the lack of home cooked dishes on the menu. I managed to not cry during the meal, but did after. I began thinking of the many friends and family members that have died in the past twenty or so years. In spite of this sadness, that seems to cloak me from time to time, I retain my basic outlook on life as being good and satisfactory in the main. I am lonely most of the time because I miss the companionship and love that existed in our sixty five years of marriage. Thank you family and friends – you make life bearable.