Around this time of year, families come together for Thanksgiving. It’s the occasion of giving thanks for our blessings over a feast. We commemorate the occasion by watching parades and eating til our heart’s content while swapping stories and funny anecdotes across the dining room table. And after all the feasting, we either Continue reading “#Thanksgiving Dinner”
Around this time of year, families come together for Thanksgiving. It’s the occasion of giving thanks for our blessings over a feast. We commemorate the occasion by watching parades and eating til our heart’s content while swapping stories and funny anecdotes across the dining room table. And after all the feasting, we either fall sleep, put away the remnants of our meal, or play in the annual Turkey Bowl game. And while all of this provides great memories, there are some who miss out on the very holiday that we enjoy.
Reflecting on the latter sentence, our minds may immediately go to thoughts about the homeless. It is true that many of these individuals and families do not have a place to lay their heads let alone share a Thanksgiving meal. If you have never served or volunteered during the holidays by feeding the homeless, let me tell you it’s an unforgetable experience.
There are some who just want to eat a hot meal and not be bothered, and others who will tell you their entire life’s story. And no matter which case, the truth is that they are still human beings and deserve respect regardless of the situation that may have landed them where they are.
But there’s still others who miss out on sharing Thanksgiving with loved ones. It may be the neighbor down the street who has no family, a co-worker who isn’t able to make it out-of-town, or even the elderly that reside in nursing homes and residential complexes. For these individuals, Thanksgiving may be a hurtful reminder that they are alone with feelings that they are forgotten and unloved.
The purpose of creating this post is to encourage those who may read it to remember, and if possible, invite someone to share Thanksgiving with you. You may find that your “family” and memories may expand a lot more than you ever expected.
XOXO, Melanie Dawnn
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Kach Wilfred is the middle child and only son in the Wilfred family. Growing up he had to battle his sisters for toys, bathroom time, and attention. Being the only boy, one would think Kach was treated special or even spoiled. Well, think again. Life for Kach was quite the opposite – or at least in his eyes. Whenever his father noticed he was spending a lot of time around his mother and sisters, he’d yell derogatory phrases at Kach like “Get from around there. Do you want to grow up to be a sissy?” and “I guess you’ll be knitting and starting your period too.” Kach felt self-conscious and only hung around his female relatives when his father was not around, which was often. Since Pete Wilfred owned his own business, his time with the family was limited. But he tried to make dinner every night, and have family time after church on Sundays. He kept his word on most occasions, but there were times when he missed a dinner here or there because of something urgent. Continue reading “Cold, Hard Kach”