This Thanksgiving I didn’t get around to watching the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles which one of my brothers tucked in his suitcase, but I am thankful that all of my mom’s middle-aged children made it home to spend time with her especially when strokes and Alzheimer’s continue to wreak havoc on her memory. I didn’t mind listening to her repetitive loops of the same stories, especially the ones about true love. She pushed past her daily energy limits in a quest to “not miss anything.” Her garden angel still stands in her bustling bird sanctuary against the hard blue Kansas sky and soft air. Dad tied the angel down to the post to reinforce it against strong changing winds. Mom is still with us and hasn’t blown away–for that I am thankful.