I was a bit sad anticipating Thanksgiving this year.  It's the first time in 20 years that I haven't gone to Chicago to be with my mom and sister.  But then I started thinking about the wonderful memories I have of all the crazy 37 Thanksgivings I had with my dad.  He used to bring his students home, many of whom didn't speak English, and we tried in vain to explain the traditions.  I thought some more about the 43 Thanksgivings I had with my mom, and all of the delicious dishes she always prepared.  She made the best stuffing and gravy.  And I realized how lucky I am to have all of those great memories. So, if you still have your parents, be thankful for the time you have with them.  If you've lost your parents, be very thankful - as I am - for all of those great memories.