Blessings Flowed
We had a whirlwind Thanksgiving full of ups and downs and blessings all around. Our traditional DeLozier family Thanksgiving is held at the family cabin on Grand Lake. In previous years the cabin was full: Mom and Dad, the 3 siblings with spouses and children in tow. It is usually still a full-house but as our children have grown and taken on spouses we’ve had to share them with their other families. This year we missed Chris (the oldest of the DeLozier grandchildren), his wife Alice and their 2 beautiful daughters. Also missing were Kim and Chad who drove up to Ohio to be with Chad’s family. Although we missed them greatly we know they will all be with us at Christmas when, I am sure we will be missing a different duo or two.
Thanksgiving Eve J, Kati and I drove to a neighboring town to meet up with a few of my lifelong friends for dinner, a visit and lots of hugs. It has become our custom (in the last few years) for our Houston friends who are up visiting family at this time of year and us to try to get together. I’m hoping it becomes a long and lasting tradition. This year we added another set; a friend (and her husband) we’ve been out-of-touch with for many years. I am hopeful we can add them to our developing Thanksgiving tradition. We had a great evening, keeping the restaurant open late and laughing and laughing (hopefully not so loud that we bothered the other guests).
The holiday morning I woke to J’s parents already in the kitchen getting the stuffing ready for the turkey. Dad was at the stove browning the sausage while Mom was getting the necessary walnuts, onions and celery from the fridge.
I pitched in here or there, helping with this and that, doing whatever they needed me to do. Between the 3 of us and the rest of the family bringing in dishes as they arrived, we had a bountiful feast (with way to many desserts even though we swore to cut back on them this year) set on the table that afternoon.
But, as they say, what a difference a day makes. Early, early (4 am) Friday morning J’s dad awoke very ill. Mom called 911 and the ambulance arrived and transported him to the Grove hospital. We all followed in our cars arriving seconds behind the ambulance. After a few tests it was determined that J’s dad was suffering from pnemonia. They admitted him and began a series of antibiotics and breathing treatments.
We stuck around the hospital until mid-afternoon, making sure the hospital had things in hand, before we returned to the cabin, cleaned a little and packed everything up and headed home.
Once again; what a difference a day makes. J and I returned to Grove on Saturday to check up on Dad again. His temperature had been down throughout the night, his blood pressure was back up, his kidneys had begun to function again and he looked and sounded more like himself. After a shave, a hair combing and toothbrushing you could tell he was most certainly feeling (he says) ready to go home and get back to work.
He was feeling well enough that Mom felt she could go back to the cabin, take a pain pill for her back and spend the night in a bed instead of the chair again. I think it probably did them both good because she was able to rest comfortably and he didn’t worry about her being in that chair all night.
We normally start our Christmas decorating the Saturday after Christmas. This year we’re running late and I will probably try to begin that tomorrow along with making dessert and prepping for Tuesday’s Rotary lunch.
Today Kati joined us in church before heading back to school to finish up this semester. She said she’d be back home in a couple of weeks. As always, we love to see her come home and (anymore) we are used to her getting herself back to school and us back to our routine of the last few months.
With Thanksgiving thoroughly enjoyed and now over we are beginning the Advent season and looking forward to dancing into the promise.
See you soon.






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