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Remembering Robin Williams Two Years Later

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August 11 marks two years since Robin Williams passed away. He was such a beloved person and his death shocked so many. If he touched your life you will want to read what I have felt about him.

I have never been one who gets dramatic over celebrity deaths, but his was different because we were the same age, suffer from physical problems, loved his work, and understood financial difficulties. I cried when I heard the news. The only other famous person I cried over was when John Lennon was assassinated.

From the first time I saw Robin on the program ‘Mork and Mindy’ I liked him. He always came across to me as a person who was sad. Yes, he made me laugh tremendously, but I understood that there was a level of sadness always around him.

Many want to blame his death on alcohol and drugs, which was proven untrue in the autopsy. So many do not understand depression, especially when they perceive someone as having everything, such as Robin. Of course there will always be theories about why or how he died, but I think it’s better to remember the brilliant talented man that he was.

From being one of the highest paid actors in the 1990’s his celebrity had declined over the years because he started choosing rolls that appealed to him, and they were not always comedies. He made over 50 movies. He had the ability to be a serious actor and brought such depth to each character he played. He proved how good he was as an actor in Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, What Dreams May Come, Patch Adams, and the touching Bicentennial Man.

Of course he will always be remembered for his great comedies such as Mrs. Doubtfire, The Fisher King, The Birdcage, Jack, and who can forget his marvelous genie in Aladdin. These are just to name a few of his movies.

He left a large body of work behind that will entertain people for many generations to come. His one man standup comedy shows were always something I looked forward to.

He just had a way of making you see the world a little differently. No matter what he did he always came across as lovable.

My personal favorite movie of his is “Moscow on the Hudson.” He mixed comedy with serious acting. He learned to speak Russian fluently and the other actors who were Russian could not believe how well he spoke it.

Whatever he did he put his whole self into it and created magic.

It turns out that financially he was not well off anymore, between high alimony payments, and lack of income, at the level he had been receiving, he was struggling financially. Also he was suffering from Parkinson’s disease. I understand the effects of that extremely well as my father had it and so do I. Physical decline often causes depression to worsen. When you cannot do what you used to it is horrific. Ask anyone who suffers from chronic illness or an accident and they will tell you.

At the time of his death I had not seen many of his latest movies and have seen them since and I am astounded at how good they were. Recently I saw “Angriest Man in Brooklyn” and found it totally believable from the standpoint of being someone who is chronically ill. Often you get angry when your health goes. I thought he did a standout performance and yet many people do not like this movie.

He was a gentle kind man and I have read many different stories from people who have met him accidentally and he never acted like a celebrity. He was always just himself, which was quite humble. He let his crazy side out when he performed. Often people confuse a person with the characters they have played.

For me he will always be a sweet lovable human who did his best to make others happy.

He worked for free on the charity to help the homeless ‘Comic Relief’. He traveled to Iraq several times and performed for the troops without great publicity or fanfare. He always wanted to help others. Robin had a requirement that for every single event or film he did, the company hiring him also had to hire a certain number of homeless people and put them to work.

For those who believe that a person who commits suicide is condemned, I have found that not to be true. I have channeled many suicide victims and most are being taking care of in a recovery area in the spirit world. The judgments that people believe will happen when you die are not necessarily true. It is what you do in this life and how you have helped others that is most valued in Spirit. Read More About This Here.

So take a few moments and remember this wonderful man who graced our planet and made the world smile. Perhaps watch one of his movies in memory of him.

The main thing is he is at peace and will always be remembered.

Thank you for everything Robin.

Bless your spirit,
Cherokee Billie

If you have experienced the loss of a loved one through suicide and need help please contact me as the reassurance that I can give will greatly help you heal. Call me at: (866)-563-3997 or contact me through my web site CherokeeBillie.com

Robin Williams Movies:

The Angriest Man in Brooklyn

The Face of Love

Lee Daniels’ The Butler

The Big Wedding

Happy Feet Two

Old Dogs

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

World’s Greatest Dad

Shrink

August Rush

License to Wed

Night at the Museum

Happy Feet

Man of the Year

RV

The Night Listener

The Big White

Robots

House of D

The Final Cut

Insomnia

Death to Smoochy

One Hour Photo

A.I. Artificial Intelligence

Bicentennial Man

Jakob the Liar

Patch Adams

What Dreams May Come

Good Will Hunting

Flubber

Deconstructing Harry

Fathers’ Day

Hamlet

Jack

The Birdcage

Jumanji

Nine Months

Being Human

Mrs. Doubtfire

Toys

Aladdin

FernGully: The Last Rainforest

Hook

The Fisher King

Shakes the Clown

Dead Again

Awakenings

Cadillac Man

Dead Poets Society

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen

Good Morning, Vietnam

Seize the Day

Club Paradise

The Best of Times

Moscow on the Hudson

The Survivors

The World According to Garp

Popeye

Can I Do It ‘Till I Need Glasses?

Mork & Mindy (TV Series)

Robin Williams has supported the following charities listed:

Aid Still Required

American Foundation for AIDS Research

Amnesty International

Andre Agassi Foundation for Education

Augie’s Quest

Bob Woodruff Foundation

Celebrity Fight Night Foundation

Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation

Comic Relief

David Foster Foundation

Doctors Without Borders

Dogs Deserve Better

Dream Foundation

Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation

Heifer International

International Medical Corps

Keep Memory Alive

LIVESTRONG

Love Our Children USA

Luke Neuhedel Foundation

Muhammad Ali Parkinson Center

MusiCares

Prince’s Rainforests Project

Prince’s Trust

Robert F Kennedy Memorial

Smile Train

St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital

UNICEF

My Father-My Hero. A Father’s Day Tribute

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Many girls growing up find that their first hero is their father. My father remained my hero throughout his life and even after his death.

He was born into poverty in a small town in Tennessee in 1918. His parents were Cherokee and had come from Oklahoma when they were children. My father had two younger brothers and a sister. His father disappeared by the time he was six years old. At that point his mother told him to take his brothers and sister and find a way to survive. He took care of his siblings by working on farms and they would sleep in barns. He never went to school because all he did was work. He was not above any work. When he became a teenager he was able to purchase a small amount of land and start his own farm.

He enlisted in the army at the start of World War II and discovered there was a whole world outside of Tennessee. He was stationed in the South Pacific and he fought many different battles against the Japanese. The last battle killed his entire platoon and critically wounded him. He played dead until the next platoon came in and rescued him. They did not think he would live six months because of his injuries. He left the army with a Purple Heart and as a sergeant. He then returned to Tennessee. The army had given him a thirst for the world as well as providing him the education to read. He was offered training and started learning engineering.

He began dating my mother and they married in 1950. He was offered a position working in aerospace manufacturing in Chicago and together they left and within a year I was born.

My father’s legal name was Bill. People often thought his name was William and he would answer, “I am just plain Bill.” I was named after him as I was his only child.

My father’s intelligence landed him a top position in Los Angeles California manufacturing aerospace bolts. My parents relocated. He became a master in the field of aerospace fasteners. He worked two jobs a day knowing he would be his own boss someday. Work kept him away a lot when I was growing up, but I always felt his strength and knew that I could turn to him for anything. He opened his own business manufacturing aerospace bolts in 1960. At the age of nine I begin to understand the value of work operating drill presses and lathes.

His business grew year after year because of his determination and intelligence.

My father very rarely spoke to anyone. When he did talk it was always profound. We would have conversations with me as I was the only person he truly trusted. I always felt so special during our time alone together. I knew he was a great man and took to heart what he would say to me.

My father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 1982 and everyday things became more and more difficult for him to do. In 1987 my mother passed away suddenly devastating my father. He told me that he did not feel the same after she died and it was very hard for me to see him start going down physically and mentally. He still was my hero. By then I was crippled and bedridden and unable to help him. My father passed away December 27, 1994.

Click Here to read about my father’s passing into spirit.

Some of my fondest memories of my father are:

  • He was the most optimistic person I have ever known.
  • Once his business grew and he was successful he continued wearing jeans and work shirts that were always covered in oil and he would go to auctions, banks, and other financial places dressed like that. He said, “If they treat me decent dressed like this that’s the person I want to know.”
  • He was so sharp and intelligent that if I did not get something quickly he would say, “I can do it while you’re thinking about it.” And it was the truth it was not a put down.
  • He had to fire an employee one day and the employee came back later in the afternoon with a gun and was going to kill one of the employees he did not like. My father talked the man out of killing the other guy and got the gun from him all by talking.
  • No matter how tough things got for him he would always say, “I will make it if I have to crawl.” That phrase has kept me going through many difficult times, even when I truly was having to crawl.

There are so many other memories that I have they would fill a book. Perhaps someday I will write a book about the greatest man I knew-my father.

The only jewelry that I wear is my father’s dog tags from the army.

I look forward to the day that we are reunited in spirit.

Happy Father’s Day to All Fathers Living and in Spirit!

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

My Father and I

My Father and I

Twenty One Years Ago Today My Father Passed

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  Bill and Billie

December 27 always is a difficult day for me because my father was the most special person in my life. From the time I was a little girl he was my hero and till the end of his life he was the only person who truly loved me as I was. He always had faith in me, even when I did not.

I have never known a more remarkable person then my Daddy!

Here’s a brief history about my father.  He was born in 1918 and lived in Tennessee.  When he was a little boy of six years old, in the year 1924, his mother, told him to take his two little brothers and sister and find a way to survive.  There were no social services at that time.  My father did get out and took care of those little kids; they slept in barns until he became old enough to provide a rented home.  He never went to school because he worked any type of job on farms he could and was grateful for the work.  Eventually he was able to buy land and had his own farm.

World War Two came along and he was drafted into the army.  He was shipped to the Philippines and fought in the Pacific.  On one mission his entire platoon was killed and he was shot repeatedly, but played dead and was the only survivor of his platoon.

After the army he returned to farming, but the government had shown him there was better ways to make money and offered him an education.

He married my mother in 1950 and they left Tennessee for a better life. He went into the aerospace industry, which was a booming business.  He became so skilled at making aircraft engine bolts that eventually he formed his own company.

At an early age he instilled the work ethic in me. He started me working on lathes and drill presses when I was nine years old. When I became a teenager I did his bookkeeping and payroll. Back then there were no computers and everything was done manually by hand. Once I got my driver’s license I became his truck driver. I learned to read maps and travel anywhere. Eventually I started working in his office as a sales representative. Eventually I became an outside sales representative and traveled all over the United States to military bases and sold our specialty large engine bolts. My father was not an easy person to work for because he did not teach me want to do instead he would say, “You figure it out.” He did this so that I would learn to think for myself. I think that was brilliant training. Eventually there came a point where I did not feel a calling to sell bolts and wanted to go back to college. My father was supportive even though he was disappointed that this was not what I wanted to do. He always was there for me no matter what my choices were.

Throughout my life in good times and bad I always went to my father for advice. His wisdom was remarkable and he was not judgmental and no matter what a stupid thing I might have done. His love for me was truly unconditional.

My father was always an Optimist.  No matter how rough things got he always felt that things would come out better. He developed Parkinson’s disease in his early sixties and he had a great deal of trouble talking, walking, and driving. He never let it stop him and he always said that he would make it even if he had to crawl. That strength and determination he passed on to me and I think of him always through my own struggles and hear those words, “I will make it even if I have to crawl.”

When I had my accident and injured my hips I was not able to do what I used to and my father did his best to help me in every way. Eventually I became crippled and bedridden. He never stopped being there for me and helping me as best he could. It was hard for him to accept what had happened to me at such a young age, but he always let me know he would be there for me and he was.

My father lapsed into a coma on Thanksgiving weekend in 1994.  I knew that he had a great fear of dying. The doctors were keeping him alive on machines and I just could not deal with that and had no legal authority to take him off life support.  I loved my father far too much to see him be a vegetable.

So I took matters into spiritual hands and put myself in a hypnotic state and I projected myself to his hospital room and there I took his spirit and we traveled to the other side (the fifth dimension). I figured my mother would be the first one to greet him as she passed away several years before. Surprisingly the person that greeted my father on the other side was his army sergeant who had been killed in World War Two. My father was so happy to see him again. I waited at the entrance and my father went inside and visited so many people that he loved and loved him. I could hear him laughing and talking.  When he was finished he came to me and we transported back into his hospital room and he went back into his body.  The next day he died. I knew that he died without fear.

The following morning as I awoke my father was screaming into my right ear everything he wanted me to know. I woke up saying, “Dad, you’re hurting my ear. Stop talking so loud.” I then did my best to remember exactly what he had been saying. It amazed me. I had never had such a spiritual connection in my life. Over the next few days he appeared to me, each time with a message. Throughout the years he has continued to communicate and on rare occasions I have been able to see him. It’s absolutely fascinating. He’s definitely my main Spirit Guide.

It’s difficult to express in words all that my father meant to me. These last twenty one years without him have been incredibly difficult, because he was the only person that really loved me and he was my security. For twenty one years I’ve been without that. It is a lonely feeling.

Yes, I do have spiritual contact with him from time to time. It always happens when I least expect it.

The thing that is the hardest is not having him here to talk to and hear his advice when I need it. I know that he cares and that eventually we will meet again face to face. Until then all I can say is, “I miss you Daddy.”

Your daughter,
Billie

My Father-My Hero. A Father’s Day Tribute

My Father and I

My Father and I

Many girls growing up find that their first hero is their father.  My father remained my hero throughout his life and even after his death.

He was born into poverty in a small town in Tennessee in 1918.  His parents were Cherokee and had come from Oklahoma when they were children. My father had two younger brothers and a sister.  His father disappeared by the time he was six years old.  At that point his mother told him to take his brothers and sister and find a way to survive.   He took care of his siblings by working on farms and they would sleep in barns.  He never went to school because all he did was work.  He was not above any work.  When he became a teenager and he was able to purchase a small amount of land and start his own farm.

He enlisted in the army at the start of World War II and discovered there was a whole world outside of Tennessee.  He was stationed in the South Pacific and he fought many different battles against the Japanese.  The last battle killed his entire platoon and critically wounded him.  He played dead until the next platoon came in and rescued him.  They did not think he would live six months because of his injuries.  He left the army with a Purple Heart and as a sergeant. He then returned to Tennessee.  The army had given him a thirst for the world as well as providing him the education to read.  He was offered training and started learning engineering.

He began dating my mother and they married in 1950.  He was offered a position working in aerospace manufacturing in Chicago and together they left and within a year I was born.  My father’s legal name was Bill.  People often thought his name was William and he would answer, “I am just plain Bill.” I was named after him as I was his only child.

My father’s intelligence landed him a top position in Los Angeles California manufacturing aerospace bolts.  My parents relocated.  He became a master in the field of aerospace fasteners.  He worked two jobs a day knowing he would be his own boss someday.  Work kept him away a lot when I was growing up, but I always felt his strength and knew that I could turn to him for anything.  He opened his own business manufacturing aerospace bolts in 1960.  At the age of nine I begin to understand the value of work operating drill presses and lathes.

His business grew year after year because of his determination and intelligence.

My father very rarely spoke to anyone.  When he did talk it was always profound. We would have conversations as I was the only person he truly trusted. I always felt so special during our time alone together. I knew he was a great man and took to heart what he would say to me.

My father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 1982 and everyday things became more and more difficult for him to do. In 1987 my mother passed away suddenly devastating my father.  He told me that he did not feel the same after she died and it was hard for me to see him start going down physically and mentally. He still was my hero.  By then I was crippled and bedridden and unable to help him. My father passed away December 27, 1994. Click Here to read about my father’s passing into spirit.

Some of my fondest memories of my father are:

  • He was the most optimistic person I have ever known.
  • Once his business grew and he was successful he continued wearing jeans and work shirts that were always covered in oil and he would go to auctions, banks, and other financial places dressed like that. He said, “If they treat me decent dressed like this that’s the person I want to know.”
  • He was so sharp and intelligent that if I did not get something quickly he would say, “I can do it while you’re thinking about it.” And it was the truth it was not a put down.
  • He had to fire an employee one day and the employee came back later in the afternoon with a gun and was going to kill one of the employees he did not like. My father talked the man out of killing the other guy and got the gun from him all by talking.
  • No matter how tough things got for him he would always say, “I will make it if I have to crawl.” That phrase has kept me going through many difficult times, even when I was truly having to crawl.

There are so many other memories that I have they would fill a book. Perhaps someday I will write a book about the greatest man I knew-My Father.

The only jewelry that I wear is my father’s dog tags from the Army

I look forward to the day that we are reunited in spirit.

Happy Father’s Day to All Fathers Living and in Spirit!

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

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Twenty Years Ago Today My Father Passed.

My Father and I

My Father and I

December 27 always is a difficult day for me because my father was the most special person in my life. From the time I was a little girl he was my hero and till the end of his life he was the only person who truly loved me as I was. He always had faith in me, even when I did not.

I have never known a more remarkable person then Bill Chainey

Here’s a brief history about my father.  He was born in 1918 and lived in Tennessee.  When he was a little boy of six years old, in the year 1924, his mother, told him to take his two little brothers and sister and find a way to survive.  There were no social services at that time.  My father did get out and took care of those little kids; they slept in barns until he became old enough to provide a rented home.  He never went to school because he worked any type of job on farms he could and was grateful for the work.  Eventually he was able to buy land and had his own farm.

World War Two came along and he was drafted into the army.  He was shipped to the Philippines and fought in the Pacific.  On one mission his entire platoon was killed and he was shot repeatedly, but played dead and was the only survivor of his platoon.

After the army he returned to farming, but the government had shown him there was better ways to make money and offered him an education.

He married my mother in 1950 and they left Tennessee for a better life. He went into the aerospace industry, which was a booming business.  He became so skilled at making aircraft engine bolts that eventually he formed his own company.

My father was always an Optimist.  No matter how rough thanks got he always felt that things would come out better. He developed Parkinson’s disease in his early sixties and he had a great deal of trouble talking, walking, and driving. He never let it stop him and he always said that he would make it even if he had to crawl. That strength and determination he passed on to me and I think of him always through my own struggles and hear those words, “I will make it even if I have to crawl.”

It’s difficult to express in words all that my father meant to me. These last twenty years without him have been incredibly difficult, because he was the only person that really loved me and he was my security. For twenty years I’ve been without that. It is a lonely feeling.

Yes, I do have spiritual contact with him from time to time. It always happens when I least expect it. A few weeks ago my closest friend was helping me with paperwork and suddenly my walker, which was a few feet from my friend, started moving. My friend looked startled and I’d told him a spirit was here. After he left my father started talking to me and he had basically announced his presence by moving the walker.

At 4:00 AM this morning I spoke with him about so many things. I hope I hear from him soon with replies. The thing that is the hardest is not having him here to talk to and hear his advice when I need it. I know that he cares and that eventually we will meet again face to face. Until then all I can say is, “I miss you Daddy.”

Your daughter,
Billie

My Father-My Hero. A Father’s Day Tribute

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Many girls growing up find that their first hero is their father. My father remained my hero throughout his life and even after his death.

He was born into poverty in a small town in Tennessee in 1918. His parents were Cherokee and had come from Oklahoma when they were children. My father had two younger brothers and a sister. His father disappeared by the time he was six years old. At that point his mother told him to take his brothers and sister and find a way to survive. He took care of his siblings by working on farms and they would sleep in barns. He never went to school because all he did was work. He was not above any work. When he became a teenager and he was able to purchase a small amount of land and start his own farm.

He enlisted in the army at the start of World War II and discovered there was a whole world outside of Tennessee. He was stationed in the South Pacific and he fought many different battles against the Japanese. The last battle killed his entire platoon and critically wounded him. He played dead until the next platoon came in and rescued him. They did not think he would live six months because of his injuries. He left the army with a Purple Heart and as a sergeant. He then returned to Tennessee. The army had given him a thirst for the world as well as providing him the education to read. He was offered training and started learning engineering.

He began dating my mother and they married in 1950. He was offered a position working in aerospace manufacturing in Chicago and together they left and within a year I was born. My father’s legal name was Bill. People often thought his name was William and he would answer, “I am just plain Bill.” I was named after him as I was his only child.

My father’s intelligence landed him a top position in Los Angeles California manufacturing aerospace bolts. My parents relocated. He became a master in the field of aerospace fasteners. He worked two jobs a day knowing he would be his own boss someday. Work kept him away a lot when I was growing up, but I always felt his strength and knew that I could turn to him for anything. He opened his own business manufacturing aerospace bolts in 1960. At the age of nine I begin to understand the value of work operating drill presses and lathes.

His business grew year after year because of his determination and intelligence.

My father very rarely spoke to anyone. When he did talk it was always profound. We would have conversations as I was the only person he truly trusted. I always felt so special during our time alone together. I knew he was a great man and took to heart what he would say to me.

My father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 1982 and everyday things became more and more difficult for him to do. In 1987 my mother passed away suddenly devastating my father. He told me that he did not feel the same after she died and it was very hard for me to see him start going down physically and mentally. He still was my hero. By then I was crippled and bedridden and unable to help him. My father passed away December 27, 1994. Click Here to read about my father’s passing into spirit.

Some of my fondest memories of my father are:

• He was the most optimistic person I have ever known.

• Once his business grew and he was successful he continued wearing jeans and work shirts that were always covered in oil and he would go to auctions, banks, and other financial places dressed like that. He said, “If they treat me decent dressed like this that’s the person I want to know.”

• He was so sharp and intelligent that if I did not get something quickly he would say, “I can do it while you’re thinking about it.” And it was the truth it was not a put down.

• He had to fire an employee one day and the employee came back later in the afternoon with a gun and was going to kill one of the employees he did not like. My father talked the man out of killing the other guy and got the gun from him all by talking.

• No matter how tough things got for him he would always say, “I will make it if I have to crawl.” That phrase has kept me going through many difficult times, even when I truly was having to crawl.

There are so many other memories that I have they would fill a book. Perhaps someday I will write a book about the greatest man I knew-my father.

The only jewelry that I wear is my father’s dog tags from the army.

I look forward to the day that we are reunited in spirit.

Happy Father’s Day to All Fathers Living and in Spirit!

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie
CherokeeBillie.com

My Father And I

My Father And I

Thanksgiving Reminds Me of My Father


So you will understand why Thanksgiving has such deep meaning for me let me give you a little history about my father. He lived in Tennessee and when he was a little boy of six years old, in the year 1924, his mother the local town tramp, told him to take his two little brothers and sister and find a way to survive. My father did by working on farms doing any thing they asked, and took care of those little kids; they slept in barns until he became old enough to provide a rented home. He never went to school because he worked any type of job on farms he could and was grateful for the work. Eventually he was able to buy land and had his own farm.

World War Two came along and he was drafted into the army. He was shipped to the Philippines and fought in the Pacific. On one mission his entire platoon was killed and he was shot repeatedly, but played dead and was the only survivor of his platoon.

After the army he returned to farming, but the government had shown him there was better ways to make money and offered him education. He went into the aerospace industry, which was a booming business. He became so skilled at making aircraft engine bolts that eventually he formed his own company. Every Thanksgiving he gave a turkey to his employees. He told me, “If I give them money they might not bring home food to their children, this way I know the kids will get something to eat.” He understood poverty and being hungry.

The last Thanksgiving that we had as a family before my mother passed away my father made a little prayer and blessed the food. That was the first time I had ever seen him do that and I realized the deep gratitude he felt. Every year along with giving his employees frozen turkeys he donated a truckload of frozen turkeys to the local homeless shelter.

My health became bad in my late thirties and after an accident I was unable to drive and my father always brought me a Thanksgiving dinner. He personally would bring it to me even though his own health was failing from Parkinson’s disease. Eventually he became bedridden, but he made sure that somebody delivered a Thanksgiving dinner to me every year.

My father passed away December 27, 1994. But to this day Thanksgiving has more meaning to me than any other holiday because it’s about being grateful for what ever you have no matter if you are rich or poor.

Celebrate this time and be thankful for everything you have. Be thankful for the people that are in your life and care about you. Be grateful for our little furry and feathered friends that love us no matter what. Be thankful that you have a roof over your head and a table filled with food. Pray for those who have no food and to show your true gratitude volunteer at a homeless shelter or church this year to help serve the meals on Thanksgiving.

I’m thankful that I had the most wonderful father anyone could ever ask for whom always loved me and took care of me.

Thanksgiving

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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