I was tired, too. I don’t sleep well without my wife next to me. So when I got a call from Ashley shortly after Betty and I got home from the hospital, I wasn’t paying full attention. Something about leaving something for Betty. Yeah, OK, thanks. Whatever.
Thanksgiving was the last thing on my mind. Pain medication tends to suppress one’s appetite, so Betty wasn’t thinking about turkey with all the trimmings, either.
But that’s exactly what I found after I investigated a noise coming from the front porch. It took three trips to haul in all the goodies — turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes, carrots, cranberry sauce and an apple pie.
This Thanksgiving tale didn’t come from the mind of a writer; it came from the heart of a special friend.
John Edmondson is a teacher in Hampstead.