On Nov.17, 1995 my father-in-law died and we came home for his funeral and to stay over for Thanksgiving, which was seven days later.
My parents lived one hour from his and my father expected us for Thanksgiving dinner at noon. Mine you now, he and my whole family knew that my husband’s father had just died and was buried. We were grieving, especially my husband. Also, my birthday fell on Thanksgiving Day that year. My parents had always had birthday dinners for the other family members. Since nothing had been said about my birthday and with it being on a holiday, plus the fact that it had been a very long time since we had all been together; I had begun to think and hope that they were planning a surprise birthday for me. I had only had two birthday cakes in my life up till then (38 years old).
Imagine my hurt and anger when as we walked through the back door at about 12:25 we see that everyone has either finished eating or are almost done. I asked my father, “You knew we were on our way, could you not wait a few minutes for us?” His reply was, “When I say noon, I mean noon.” We allowed the children to eat because we had a long drive before us. We didn’t though, neither did we speak to anyone either. When the children had finished we packed up and left for our long drive back to Ohio. No mention was made of the funeral, my birthday, etc. I cried for hours because of the hurt they inflicted on us. How can people be so unfeeling?
If life has taught me anything, it has taught me that I can hope for and to expect the best to a point, but also that the chances of it happening are next to zero.
We are all scattered now so hubby and I still celebrate the holidays, we just do it alone and quietly.
I all of you a wonderful Thanksgiving Day with your family and friends.
Sandra from SC
posted by Lightning57~ Sandra from SC @ 3:31 PM
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