Undoubtedly, it’s been a hard year.  After all that’s happened this year, one might think that I’d just chuck it all in and say “to hell with the holidays, and screw you, Thanksgiving”.  But that’s not the case at all.

While I’m not very thankful for the misery imposed on me by God, Allah, the divine whatever, or just plain Fate, I am thankful for what I have remaining in the ruins.

I am thankful for my job, even though it sometimes drives me crazy.  To have a purpose makes the days more tolerable.  It also allows me the funds to make other lives a bit happier when I can, such as the homeless people that I encounter in my wanderings.  Recently I’ve come upon two outside the bar that I frequent:  Lee and Sarah.  They’re very nice and don’t seem to have the addictions that usually cause such a hardship.  I hope that they do well and get their lives in order.  I’ll continue to watch and guide as I can.

I’m thankful for the few friends and family in my life.  My sister, my late husband’s cousins and father, and my dear friends around the States who have watched over me and helped to get me through this year.

I’m thankful for the cats always there to give me love and devotion.  It’s still pleasant to come home and have them there to greet me, a reminder that I matter to someone, even if they are little four legged fur coat wearing assassins.

I’m thankful for my health and have started a process to keep that health going.  I’ve been going to a gym for two months now, with a personal trainer and am feeling stronger, getting a bit more endurance.  Still not losing weight though, in fact I’m gaining.  But muscle mass will do that.  I’m also quitting smoking, and going to be on Champex to do it this time.  My personal trainer has outlined a diet plan for me too, which I’m sticking to.

I’m also thankful for the twelve years of beauty which I had with my husband.  His love lives in my soul still.  He taught me to be a better person and I’m trying hard to stick to his beliefs.  While I now have a house, a car, a good job, and a comfortable life, I don’t have him to share it with anymore.  Therein lies the bitterness of the pill.

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