Washington, DC, November 25, 2011 —Thanksgiving has at its heart the song of love.
The family, the friends come to the table, to the feast prepared by the hands of love.
A chair may be empty. The mother, the grandmother, the father, the grandfather who joined us at this table may be missing but they hold our hearts.
At my daughter’s wedding to her beloved husband the last song to be played was to be Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me to the End of Love. The DJ did not play it.
It is not missing. It lies in their hearts. They will dance to the end of love and know love does not end.
Thanksgiving confirms the joining that brought us to this feast, the feast of love.
Watch this video and dance:
Mary L. Tabor is the author of the memoir: (Re)Making Love: a sex after sixty story and The Woman Who Never Cooked. She says, “I ferret out the detail, love the footnote, am never bored and believe it all leads to story. Best advice I ever got? ‘Only connect …’ E.M. Forster.” Find out more at http://maryltabor.com
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