Although I only put the thoughts below on paper this October, I began to think them 20 years ago this Thanksgiving. It seems that every year since has accumulated another gray event upon this holiday, yet no matter who it is, I still don’t know how and when to say I care. So, more often than not, I say nothing.
I hurt for you, but can I say so? Maybe you don’t want to be reminded. Then again, maybe you do.
Every time you cross my mind, the pain crosses with it. We never talked about things like this, but now, how can we talk about anything else?
What do you want people to say? To do? Is it different every day? Do you even know?
Do you think about it all the time? Are you doing okay? Are you tired of being asked? Or does it help to hear that people care?
You can count on me, but I’m fumbling. So please just know: I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you.
Author Krista Tibbs 