It’s filled with warm tones; mostly reds. There are a few golden yellows which is the light reflecting from the fire. It’s filled to the brim with people, eleven altogether. The girls are on the maroon couch. A very pregnant Jane is sitting next to Bob on the love seat. Dad is sitting tickling the boys on his lap. All three of them are laughing so hard there faces are pink. I am standing a few feet away trying to put the camera on the right flash setting. In the doorway Tim is carrying in mugs filled with coffee.
One person is missing from the picture, Sean. There is his army portrait on the piano. Sean is in Afghanistan serving his country. Although every one looks happy in the picture in the back of everyone’s mind is the sadness that Sean isn’t here. This is a thanksgiving that he won’t remember. He won’t remember how some of the turkey fat dribble over and caught flame. He won’t remember Micheal singing at the top of his lungs, the three year olds version of “Auld Lang Syne”.
2007-09-04
10:12:18
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