Why Thanksgiving dinner was late

“Dinner will be in another hour or so,” my sister Diane greets us as we walk in the door.

“Oh! Are we early?” I ask, checking my watch.  I’m the drum major,  leading the parade into her kitchen.

Diane faces me, smiling.  Ginger Rogers-style, I take three steps backward, out of the conversation circle. Diane is Fred Astaire, stepping forward in time with me.

Diane whispers through her smile. “At some point today, Mom turned the oven off, with the turkey roasting in it.  We think it was around noon.” Diane smiles and shrugs lightheartedly.  “She was helping.”

I smile nervously and give Diane a hug.

“Our best guess is that an extra hour is enough to thoroughly roast the turkey,” she continues.  “We just need to be flexible on the actual dinnertime, OK?”  I marvel again at my sister’s calm.

I step into the living room to find Mom sulking, having been asked to excuse herself from the  dinner preparation. Dad is pacing back and forth, brow furrowed.  I take a deep breath.

“Looks like we have time for a game before dinner!” I say with enthusiasm. “What’s it going to be?”

Since our lives are simple compared to what each day as a Caregiver asks of our Dad, my sister and I were able to take a breath, chose a calm response, and flavor our response to this twist with humor.  What we found is that this approach opened up possibilities for us to love-each-other-through-it-all.  

Think about it.  You could give your Caregiver a precious gift by reminding them that a response like this is available for them to use too.   One good demonstration from you could be enough to show your Caregiver how they might approach some of the surprises that come their way each day.  

Happy Thanksgiving!

Your Friend on the Journey,


6 Replies to “Why Thanksgiving dinner was late”

  1. I loved your post. Early in my Grandma’s disease we had a similar moment…. funny because she froze and thawed the bird twice, so when she cooked it it left her house smelling like nothing I had ever smelled before. It has become a treasured family memory now… Remembering my late-coming dad loudly asking why the giant group gathered was eating ham in a new location.
    Xoxo keep up the encouragement!

  2. I love your memories. Being so far from my folks I don’t have many small memories and very few of the holidays since we didn’t travel. I love your family!

    1. Thank you for your note, Audrey. I am so glad that these stories are meaningful to you.

      Wishing you and yours thankful hearts and the wisdom to accept things as they are in this other-than-perfect life we live.


  3. <Sent via email>
    Thank you. I loved the Thanksgiving Story.

    Would you be ok, If I re-told this story on occasion?

    All the best.


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