While we had so very much to be thankful for, I knew that there was an empty place at another table and we wished that we could have been there, and in some way I feel like we were, and I know that Uncle Larry was too. The painting that he made for my mom hangs in the living room where the Thanksgiving tables are always set up, so he had a prime seat.
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| Mom and Uncle Larry with the painting he made for her. |
I also made a family recipe for sticky buns for the first time this Thanksgiving for no particular reason, just trying something new. I found out later that those were one of my uncles favorite things. Coincidence, maybe, but I like to think that it was his quiet way of being there.


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