As a foster child with limited knowledge about my birth parents (my father in particular) it always bothered me that I simply didn’t know much about my own heritage and family DNA. Countless nights I would lay in bed and wonder – who am I? I was blessed to be raised by Jim and Edwina Watson who were my 13th foster family. And although they did their best to provide me with the essentials in life and provided me with the love and support needed to grow into myself and succeed, the fact remained that the lack of my personal family history has always haunted me.
I just got back from a mini family reunion on my father’s side of the family. And for those of you that don’t know, my father died when I was 16, which means he’s been gone for the better part of 40 years now. And the Fricke side of the family, for whatever reason, hasn’t really kept in touch with each other over the years. So at our mini family reunion, which was to celebrate the 90th birthday of one of my aunts, it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen most of my aunts, uncles or cousins for at least 10 years, some I haven’t seen in 20 years.
I just love Thanksgiving! I love cooking, I love spending time with my family, and yes, I even love football! But, as the quote above eludes to, do you sometimes think to yourself, “This just went by way too fast!” Or, “Am I really living in gratitude today and taking full advantage of this time with those I love?” Well, I do. In fact, I just don’t see my family members enough. Enough to understand how their lives are going. What they are joyful about. What they are grateful for.