I always feel a little melancholy around Thanksgiving. President Kennedy was shot on November 22, 1963; just a couple of days before Thanksgiving. What followed was an enormous sense of grief throughout the country and in my home. It was as surreal as it was sad.
The sadness I experienced in 1963 often surfaces around Thanksgiving and that's OK. It puts me in a reflective mood. Somehow problems don't seem as great on Thanksgiving. Any sadness I may have felt is replaced with deep gratitude. I am thankful.