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Journal Entry #209, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving is strange for me, and a little bit sad. I’ve seen it evolve from nothing more than a feast of thanks for a handful of pilgrims into a big, ugly monster of commercial nonsense. Slowly, the origin and the true meaning of this holiday are being suffocated by a fluffy, white pillow of greed, gluttony and selfishness. But every once in awhile, I come across something that renews my faith. The Kaseys, their family and friends are some of the best people I have ever come to know. They may have grown apart recently and not appreciated each other quite as much as they should have. But I believe, after nearly losing Stew and realizing just how fragile life is, they are truly grateful for being able to be together today, enjoy each other’s company, and get to know one another again. I can see why Regan would be envious. Hell, I’m envious. But, with the exception of Stew, Regan and Goose, my family has been dead for centuries. Regan lost her family when their home was destroyed by a bomb in World War II. Sorry. I went off on a tangent there. Everything considered, today is probably the best, and certainly one of the most memorable Thanksgivings I’ve ever had. Stew is extremely lucky to have such a warm, loving and caring family.