I've celebrated over sixty Thanksgivings. At this age, I'm now the old relative that children are polite to, but mostly have other thoughts than a conversation with someone that they really don't understand. I accept this, since it's part of the progression of a family, and the graces of age. They are not yet curious enough, or wanting to document the experiences of someone that will one day only pass their thoughts. Their questions will remain unanswered, and the memories of me will fade over generations.
Happy Thanksgiving to all that pass this wide spot in the road. May you have many more, and they all be wonderful experiences.