There is Still Magic Remaining in This Time of Year

 

                                           Daniel's newest nephew

 

 

Daniel, 

 

 I know that you know that this week, it will have been thirteen years since you so quickly departed, the morning of the day after Thanksgiving. I still think of you every day, and wonder what your soul is doing, what you are thinking, and how free you are of concerns for yourself, those with you, and for those of us who are left on what is quite often, the cruel Earth. I do want to share some happy news with you though. Your eldest brother, who was the only one of us not to be at the house, when you passed, who came back so quickly that day, realizes how hard life without you has been, most especially for me. When he married, he and his wife did so, this very week, to help give another meaning to the week that will live in infamy for the rest of our lives.

 This week, their second child was born, a little boy. Now, it will be the week of Thanksgiving, the week you were called to Heaven, the week your brother and his wife were married, and the week your second nephew was born. I am told he is muscular and active, just as you were. I wish that you and my Dad were still on Earth, and I do miss you both, and I suspect I always will, but in cosmic terms, I am just an infant. I don't know why God called my Dad, and then in thirty Earth days called you home also. I know that everything that happens has purpose and reason, but I don't always have to like it. Happy Thanksgiving. I love you and Dad more than you will ever know.