Today's homily was handled by our deacon as, with only two priests serving four towns, today was our week off. He spends time serving as a minister to those in prison and often incorporates stories from the prisoners (with their permission) as part of his message. Today, he spoke of a man who loved sharing Thanksgiving with his grandmother. Unfortunately, his family fell apart due to a disagreement when he was twelve. Soon after, his mother taught him how to use heroin and set him on a path that led to his current incarceration. More than anything he wants to bring back those family Thanksgivings after he is finally released from prison.
I often take for granted what a wonderful family I have. I know that my decision to move to Alaska has put a strain on my relationship with my parents and siblings. It was certainly the most difficult part about moving. However, I believe that we will still have the opportunities to gather together at holidays in the future. Hopefully, in the meantime, we can at least still stay in contact through the wonders of technology.
Meanwhile, my heart goes out to those who do not have such an option available to them. There are many whose families are not as close (emotionally) or whose family members have passed on. I hope that they find some means of human connection, especially during this holiday season.