“Summer afternoon-summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
This week started off and ended with a number of holidays, occasions, and celebrations.
TEN THINGS OF THANKFUL
Sunday: Father’s Day
For my amazing father.
Last June was the first opportunity, on my then relatively new blog, to let my own dad know what he meant to me and I did that by writing about a particularly meaningful memory from almost twenty years ago.
I have recently, for TToT, explained the incredible things my father has done for me and I hope he always knows what he means to our whole family.
For the longest day of the year and for another summer to come around.
I pushed through last summer, though my heart really wasn’t in it, and I have good reason to believe this one will be vastly better then the last.
I am already trying new things, determined to live my life in different ways, and hopefully have more to add to these thankfuls in the weeks to come.
For National Aboriginal Day.
I consider myself lucky to live in a country full of all of the people who share it with me.
Monday: For the sweetest words in the whole world.
“I wuve you Keree.”
My nephew turns three this summer and he has begun saying these words to, not only his parents and his favourite toys and movies, but to his Auntie Kerry.
When he cuddles with me and I hear him tell me he loves me, I know how lucky I am that I get to see him, at least once a week.
I miss my other nephew and my niece. They don’t live that far away, but far enough that our contact is less frequent than I would like, but we always come back together as a family in the end.
Tuesday: My Heart Will Go On
For the unforgettable music of composer James Horner.
I was obsessed with all things Titanic in the eighth grade, with the release of the film just that Christmas. I was so excited when my parents gave me the soundtrack for my fourteenth birthday.
That is not the part I’m thankful for, obviously.
The world has lost a wonderful talent.
Thank you, James, for some beautiful music I will never forget.
Wednesday: For the incredible advances in medicine in recent years.
I am amazed, as I hold my nephew close, just what these advances have brought to our lives.
No matter what, we are lucky to have him, and we owe it all to these things, unheard-of only a few decades ago.
I dare anyone to look at the beautiful little boy I speak of and say one bad word on what some like to term, “playing God”.
Whatever is to thank, it is miraculous, what doctors can do.
For family dinners out.
We went to a place we’ve gone to for years. It was a common family dinner spot for my own family, for as far back as I can recall.
I am forever a child there, ordering my shirley temples, but my nephew only wanted the orange slice at the bottom of his glass.
Thursday: medical technology isn’t the only wonderful technology. There’s always the phone.
For the chance to reconnect with a friend. We ended up talking, on the phone, for over two hours.
She helped me tick an important item off of my bucket list last year.
And, who knows – we could embark on more adventures together in the future.
That is only some of what we talked about. She shared some important resources with me for the Canada Day blog post I’m working on about Aboriginal issues.
She is a ball of energy and enthusiasm. Speaking with her is like a tonic, getting me to look positively forward.
Friday: Supreme Court recognizes equal rights for all.
For the ruling that came down, in the US, giving all people the right to marry whomever they love.
I simply want all people to be treated equally and I hope what happened in my neighbouring country is a step in the right direction.
Saturday: Happy Birthday Helen Keller.
For the important role she has played in my life, ever since I was introduced to her in school as a young girl.
Helen Keller was born, on June 27th, 1880 in Alabama. She suddenly lost her sight and hearing, during a fever, as an infant.
She was lost and locked away in the darkness and the silence, until her teacher came into her life at age seven, and from there she was unstoppable. She learned how to speak with her hands. She went on to become a first in so many things.
She was a feminist, spokesperson for social issues, disability rights activist, and an author who traveled all over the world.
She lived life to the fullest, as much as she possibly could, and she has taught me a lot about perseverance and resilience.
I give Helen the last word for the week…
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.”