It’s totally just me, but I always start to worry about everyone around this time of year. It seems that every year someone I know and love dies over the Thanksgiving weekend trying to rush back in time for class or work. Most of the time, it’s just a distant friend, but there have been a couple that just really make me sad (like Brad, a mission buddy). He wanted to be a pilot and loved BMWs just like me, and he lost control of his car on black ice.
So the Practice Thanksgiving is already done (delicious and fun), the family is all heading our direction on Turkey Day, and it’s a great slate of football on Friday and Saturday. I’ve even got a temple trip planned for Saturday morning.
It promises to be a perfect weekend if only everyone will slow down, take your time, and come home safe.
All my love,