I realize that it makes me sound a bit old when I say that I can’t believe it’s Thanksgiving….2010!, but I can’t believe it. When I stayed with my sister in Chicago while interviewing for medical school, my niece was a cute little toddler. I have a picture of her sitting on my lap, laughing. This week she turned eighteen, and knows a Homo ergaster from an Autralopithecus.
A couple of years ago, my father-in-law sat at Thanksgiving dinner tired and weak. A few days later he went to the hospital and never came home.
Families change. Ours has shrunk considerably in the last few years, giving a bit of a melancholy cast to Thanksgiving. Still, I’m thankful for the family I have, and to the career I love. I’m thankful that my daughter goes out to breakfast with me and is too busy doing math problems to remember to eat her bagel. I’m thankful for a wife with more common sense in her great toe on a bad day than I’ve ever had at my sharpest. Despite the ups and downs of any normal life, I’m quite lucky.