...‘Warren,’ she said, ‘he has come home to die:You needn’t be afraid he’ll leave you this time.’‘Home,’ he mocked gently.‘Yes, what else but home?It all depends on what you mean by home.Of course he’s nothing to us, any moreThan was the hound that came a stranger to usOut of the woods, worn out upon the trail.’‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there,They have to take you in.’... -Robert Frost, Death of a Hired Man
I am thankful for Mrs ERJ, for my parents and siblings. I am thankful for my children, that none have done anything stupid or unlucky enough for them to die before their time.
I am grateful that they would take me in, even when I am not pleasant nor ornamental.
Those are definitely ALL things to be grateful for!
ReplyDeleteAmigo, without our family/tribe, we are nada. Tribe in a larger sense as I've felt it - NOT like it seems to be in the ME.
ReplyDeleteAmen. There are mornings where I tend to be a might disagreeable. Yet they keep me around. Pugsley wasn't happy this morning when I got him up (he's on Thanksgiving break) to make me (I'm on vacation) coffee.
ReplyDeleteYet he still gave me a hug before going back to bed.