November 29, 2007 is a day that I will always remember. It started very, very early with a telephone call from my sister. My brother-in-law, Denny, had died. He had been struggling, for 3 long years, with lymphoma and his struggle was now over. We had just celebrated Thanksgiving together one week earlier. Denny looked really good that day. He was oxygen dependent by this time and took his bottle wherever he went. That day as we were walking him and my sister to the car he became very short of breath. I was walking nearby and reached for him. He was able to get the words "my oxygen" out. His lips were blue and he was in trouble. My sister rushed to his side and realized she had not turned on the tank. We laughed about it later. That is the kind of family we are. Laughter is the best medicine. But 7 days later he left us. The picture above is him eating Thanksgiving dinner (plate on his lap) at my middle brother's house. The other pictures are of 5 of my grandchildren at the memorial service where we released balloons in his memory. RIP Denny. I miss you! This is part of the 30 Days of Thanksgiving. My past posts can be found here.