People

This painting was done by a woman in the nursing home where I work. She is single and has no relatives. She loves people.

I love people too. It is difficult for me to sort out my relationships. Tomorrow is thanksgiving and through divorce, nothing is the same except the turkey. (Oh, I guess it is different too). Who do I choose to be with. My kids are off to other places. How blessed I am to have extended family and friends. A friend of 40 years called me tonight. She said that life is like a river. It changes all of the time. That is a somewhat comforting thought, if I can move with it.