Sue was up early yesterday preparing Thanksgiving dinner. The house smelled wonderfully! For Ryan and myself, the morning was no different from any other. I take that back. There was one difference. I put the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade on so we could listen to it as we went through his therapies. By one o’clock we wrapped up and I pushed him around the house and up to the main level.
Ryan sat at one end of the dining room table. A seemingly empty chair sat at the other.
Yes, it would seem empty to anyone who might look in the window as they drove past our house. Perhaps even silly in its obvious out-of-place position. Some might even wonder why we don’t move it to another room to create more space. Funny how things are not always as they seem.[quote align=”right” color=”#999999″]”A celebration of thanks for the ages”.[/quote] That lone chair, in truth, was the seat for the Guest of Honor… you and everyone else who helped Ryan and our family. Collectively, known as “Team Diviney”. It held thousands-upon-thousands of people invited to our Thanksgiving dinner. I imagined what this feast must look like in some other dimension; with all the people around the table. I envisioned a king’s banquet hall with a table so long that it was impossible to see all the way to the other end. A celebration of thanks (and humility) for the ages. I wonder if in the history of civilization, has there ever been anything so festive? The pilgrims and natives (see how I am careful not to offend anyone here…) surely couldn’t compare. Let’s face it, I’m sure they didn’t have green bean casserole, candied yams, nor NFL football.
It was my way of mentally understanding the magnitude of what was happening in my dining room at that instance.
I don’t want to get too specific, but everyone was dressed in period clothing. Suffice it to say, you women looked F.I.N.E. in your bustiers and fancy hairdo’s!
In some ways I’m a bit of a romantic. Or, more likely, maybe I just want to be. Still, there’s no other meaning I can find to explain the details in my mind. You see, there were many open seats around the banquet table. This I could not deny. At first this made me wonder if people decided not to come. If, somewhere along the road, they departed.
It was a fleeting thought. The clarity of hope blew away the fog of despair.
These seats are waiting for others to join! Perhaps even people who you will bring to the table…
Without even a shred of proof it is so, I honestly believe this is the meaning. Otherwise, wouldn’t I have envisioned chairs stacked along the wall? Wouldn’t there be leafs removed from the table? What I can tell you is this… When I closed my eyes just before leaving the table to tend to the dishes, the banquet hall was more crowded. It was clear that, at least some of you, were sharing Ryan’s story at your dinner as well.
Please, tell me I am right to think this way.
We are sending out cards this holiday season. We started this last year, but quickly realized we didn’t have addresses for everyone; like those who donated through PayPal, U.S. Mail, drop-offs, meals, or the Wish List, to name a few.
You know what? Even if you got one before, would you please fill out the form below… just to be safe?
I know how humble everyone is, but if you didn’t get a card last year or helped Ryan through online contributions, would you please do this? It would mean a lot to me and my family to send you a card. If not for you, would you do it for us? It would be a huge time-saver. I know it’s not much compared to all you did, but it’s something we really want to do. My daughter, Kari, designed it and we’re excited to do this.
Just click fill out the simple form below and click the “sign up” button.[pdb_signup]