Thanksgiving Grace.

My dad had asked me to write some kind of grace to say at the table so I thought I'd share it all with you guys.

In this time, we all gather together, all of us, one family for one specific date. To mainly eat a turkey that hasn’t been paraded by President Obama. Aside from that, it’s a much more serious. We together, as a family: Me, Diana, and both the loving parents gather today to be thankful for many things that most people take for granted. The way that we can somehow, someway, come together as a family and share one meal that means something that unites us. So we have many thanks to give that after so long of hardships and other ordeals, we still are together, collecting the spoils of togetherness so we can still be a family.

So I have much thanks to give to both mommy and daddy for being there even at my worst or just simply there because in my own odd way, I enjoy your presence even at times I can go off unexpectedly and unfairly and for that I am sorry. And for my little sister Diana whom I love and cherish so much even though I don’t show it often and she holds some resentment since I had flipped her and wants vengeance by the same hand…by flipping me. But all in all, I still love you Diana…in my own funny way, I do, even if I annoy you by breaking out most of the verses in Gorillaz’s “Clint Eastwood” or any other Nirvana/other song you despise me coming from my mouth.

As much as I had wanted to make this into a good satire such as thanking false people that don’t exist, such as the baby momma, my fictional agent and dealer, I won’t since my father wants me to make this as serious as possible with my inclusion with a good hearted joke or two which has already been done already. For the final words…I like to give final thanks for everyone our lives, the ones that are gone and ones that remained. Especially Carol Doughty, my old pre-school teacher, whom meant a lot to me as I know she’s in a better place. The all have their moments. In our lives…we love them all.

Amen...