I Think His Name Was George.

 I Think His Name Was George.

I believe it was Thanksgiving 2011.

I Think His Name Was George.

The kitchen was filled with the smells; the green bean casserole. (Home cooked Food made with Love.)

I Think His Name Was George.

The turkey in the flavor sealing bag.

All the fixings included.

I Think His Name Was George.

The house was hot from the oven.

All ate and were full.

The X-mas tree was about to come out.

I Think His Name Was George.

This year, the new memory.

This year the new celebration.

This year there is a memory to have forever, there was a new George.

I Think His Name Was George.

I wanted him not to have only one George memory, so George the turkey was replaced with Jorge the Catfish.

I Think His Name Was George.

2011 was the last thanksgiving before the divorce.

All other ones that followed were mainly mixed with visits to the homes of friends and family.

I Think His Name Was George.

It was single parent mode, sometimes going it alone to the Turkey Day Celebrations on her Weekend.

I Think His Name Was George.

So, this year, invited again to go to the home of family to eat. This year that was declined.

I Think His Name Was George.

I like me Catfish, that was Jorge this year.

But we had all the fixings due to my brother and sister-in-law.

My son has a new memory in this home, it only took 12 years.

I Think His Name Was George.

Thank God, family came over, and we ate and were merry.

Divorce can disrupt lives of many. And, sometimes, that separation can take more than 10 years to recuperate. This year God put it in my heart to me sure we had at least one new memory in this home.

Thank God on Thanksgiving.

It was not much, but we were thankful. No six figures here, just a pull up table.

No mansion or oak dinning room table for 15, but we were happy.

I am thankful for the small things in life.

Meanwhile, my daughter and my ex-wife worked the shelters, those really that do not have.

I hope those in the shelters were thankful for life, health, and strength in the midst of their hard times in a city that wants to criminalize homelessness. God Bless.