We are reminded more clearly and urgently of the One who gives us everything, in Whom we hope for the fulfillment of everything. This is a hope that does not disappoint; it is sustained by the faith and love that give us a “taste,” already, of the fulfillment we seek and the life we share with the One who has loved us first.
Holidays at my age are like points of "intersection" between memories of the past and hopes for the future that constitute the present moment as a celebration of life, of the remarkable history of my family, in which I have participated and within which I continue to be called to offer what has been given to me. It is a history enfolded within a greater history which is being directed mysteriously by the One who knows each one of us, who has called us to exist and live in relation to one another, and who walks with us as our companion. He gives us the strength of hope even in the darkest moments, and He reminds us of the Origin and Destiny of every joy, every moment of light, every beautiful memory.
I include here a picture of some very delicious apple pie. We have pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, but we also have apple pie. This continues a family tradition: my father loved apple pie. He didn't care much for pumpkin pie, but he was always ready for a fresh baked apple pie - on Thanksgiving or any other day. Dad, we will always love you, and we are grateful for you!
I miss my Dad and my Mom, and my grandparents and the relatives who filled the table of my childhood. May the Lord grant them eternal rest and unfading joy.