As the last leaves of Autumn cling to increasingly bare trees, I’m still hanging on to Thanksgiving. An appreciative spirit lingers, and I’m not ready to cast it aside. There’s so much to be grateful for—which justifies prolonged reveling.
As I continue to celebrate, I’m especially thankful for the opportunity, by virtue of my role, to enter into the lives and homes of so many generous people—good men and women who’ve become friends over the years as a result of our connection here.
I think of Paul. We “met” by phone ten years ago, when I called to thank him for a gift—and he shared the story of his family’s stay at our East House. After similar acknowledgment calls for a couple years, we got together in 2003—and we’ve spoken to each other almost every month since.
Over time, we’ve shared the marriages of daughters, the passing of a parent, the wonders of grand-fathering, the idiosyncrasies of jobs, and various afflictions, both common and rare, endured by men our age. I generally wait until the end of the day to call him—saving the best for last, as it were. Each of our conversations is a gift, which I have the good fortune to open over and over again.
I hope you have a Paul. Gentle bear of a man. Big-hearted. Soft-spoken. Maybe only see each other once or twice a year—but would never want to lose touch.
I really appreciate Paul—and others like him who have so graciously shared their time, talent, and treasure here—and befriended me in the process. One day isn’t adequate to articulate, let alone savor my gratitude for them. So, I’ll keep on celebrating. As far as I’m concerned, it’s still Thanksgiving—and will be for quite a while.
Tom Soma, Executive Director