I didn't post about being thankful in November because I am a firm believer in being thankful every day.
And I'm writing about it today because when a very good person dies, it reminds you to say it out loud.
My husband has already lost two medics on this deployment. SGT James Ayube died on December 8th; PFC Paul Cuzzupe died on August 8th. They were good guys. The kind that, even though you only met them in passing and knew of them from your spouse, make you break your once a year crying rule.
So you cry.
And then you are thankful.
For your kids. Even when they drive you absolutely stinking bonkers.
For your spouse/significant other/friends. Because Today We're Not on the Bus.
And for words. Because when a person is gone the words we give them in a conversation...a story...at the bottom of a photo...are the only way we have to remember them.
To be thankful for them.