Even though Thanksgiving Day is still a few weeks away, I am so very grateful right now. My dad was hospitalized this weekend with a thalamic stroke that confuses me. He had just celebrated a birthday on Wednesday when he started feeling poorly. By Friday evening, my stepmother had grown increasingly concerned with his erratic behavior and distracted talking, so she called his doctor and got him admitted. He’s still in hospital, and for now, I’ll rely on my sister who lives in his area to help me stay informed, rather than make the long trip. If she asks, though, I’ll be in my car before my husband can shut the door. I’m grateful, so very grateful he’s still alive. I’m even more grateful that my stepmother, who is going through her own special health scare with a three-weeks-removed mastectomy, was on the phone with the doctor and getting him admitted before anything else could happen. Thank you, Connie.