Yesterday following our Thanksgiving feast, we loaded up and headed to one of our favorite places: Stone Mountain Park. We were riding the open-air passenger train; Seth was boogying on my lap to Here Comes Santa Claus , my 8-year-old slipped his hand into mine and snuggled close for warmth and my husband leaned forward from the seat behind and put his arms around my shoulders. I closed my eyes and, while the wind bit my nose and cheeks, I allowed their love to envelop me. It felt good to close my eyes…and for a moment put aside the concern for David’s family. Thanksgiving, 2007, we shed a lot of tears. Glenda has just received news of her ovarian cancer and her surgery and treatment loomed large in our minds. She had surgery in December, chemotherapy in January and just weeks later, Don was diagnosed with MDS, a blood disorder with a one-way route to leukemia, although for some this condition can last for years. Not so for Don, whose blood results we tracked like hounds, watching his