happy turkeysgiving.

every year families around the country get together on the last thursday of november to celebrate the lovely raping and pillaging of the indians by the settlers. oh america. but let's be real here. who really is paying attention to the age old debacle between the indians and pilgrims over their thanksgiving dinner? most of us are focused on being thankful for their family and friends and life along those lines. for 19 years now, i have been celebrating this holiday of thanks, and for the first time, i finally had a perfect thanksgiving. well, nearly perfect. (fouad is in egypt, and family is not complete without him) but back to my wonderfully giddy sob story. so my aunt decided we should all go around the table and say what we were thankful for...it wasn't necessarily because she's that corny (although she is) but instead to stop my two uncles from debating what they'd just been watching on the beautifully informative fox news. regardless, everyone started giving their thanks, and i was thankful for my mom finding a job she loves, and something else that was probably trivial. but after all that, the table cleared up a bit as everyone finished. and, as always, there was two left eating still...myself and my grandpa. i've always shared a special bond with him, and as we sat there, i noticed he was eating his second big plate of food. he had stuffing, turkey, mashed potatoes, jello, green bean casserole, bread; it was neverending. and it was amazing. thanksgiving of '07 is the first time my grandpa has been able to eat anything other than soup in the past 2 months. he is finally in remission of his cancer. his face lit up when he told me he could taste what he was eating again. and it just goes to show you, all the materialistic things in life don't matter in the least. it's the little things that we take for granted everyday of our lives as if it's a human right to have these things. those of you reading this have eyes to see, and are probably listening to your iTunes as we speak. we can all walk and talk and taste and touch and hear and see and those are the basics of a human build that are so freaking amazing and we never think about. so, from now on, i advise everyone in the world reading this, to stop focusing on the trivial matters in life, and instead, take 2 minutes of the 24 hours in the day to say thanks. thanks for the little things. and really get a concept of just how major those little things are.

i love you gramps. as clueless as so many may say you are, you really open my eyes to a world i sometimes miss out on.