I have this little theory:
Remembrance is the better part of Thanksgiving.
It’s far too easy to say “thank you” for the blessings in front of our eyes,
while forgetting the sacrifices that purchased them for us.
I’m pretty sure when the pilgrim fathers sat down to that first feast,
their thankfulness for the provision was sharpened by their
memories of starvation.
(as indeed, they ate within sight of the graves of more than half of their original number)
It would be well for us to remember…
…remember smiles as well as tears.
And be thankful for them both.