I don't know if anyone read my post a few days ago about having a hard time this Thanksgiving. It's our first Thanksgiving without Henry's Grandpa. His name was Stan and he was one of my best friends, as well as my Grandpa. He used to do all the cooking on Thanksgiving and we always went to their house. This year, Henry's Grandma Jo (Stan's widow) and some of her family/friends came to our house. We made it through with no tears, until Jo gave me my birthday present (my birthday is tomorrow, the 24th). First, here's the cake she got me:
Then, she gave me this gift:
I couldn't stop crying. This is Stan's cross that he wore every day of his life, for as long as I knew him. She gave it to ME. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and thanks for such a wonderful gift. She said he would have wanted me to have it and that he loved me SO much. I can hardly type this because I'm crying again.
Here's a picture of Stan, Jo, and Me being silly on Thanksgiving a few years ago (he's wearing the necklace). He was a tough looking old guy (a retired cop), but he was a big 'ol marshmallow:
I just wanted to share this emotional event with all my new friends (and Teresa, of course). I knew you guys would understand.