Were he still alive, my father would be 76 years old today. With his birthday being so close to Thanksgiving, it’s a simple thing for me to remember him with deepest thanks. Because of him, I am a part of a loving family. I didn’t choose them and they didn’t choose me, but this unplanned life has been nothing but a blessing.
My mother is 76 years old. Because of her, I am a part of a loving family. I give thanks for such a blessing every day.
The same can be said of all those who came before me, unfamiliar names on a family tree that handed down my particular genetic pattern. How can I be anything but thankful – to those with me, to those who came before me, and to the God who made us all?
Marc Cohn, The Things We’ve Handed Down, The Very Best of Marc Cohn, 2005