When people asked what our holiday plans were and we said we were taking Thanksgiving dinner to a friend in the hospital, the response was always, "How nice of you!" I didn't consider it in the realm of "nice". We just wanted to be with the friends we've long celebrated with on this least commercial of all holidays.
The roads were clear at 3 in the afternoon when we drove to Conrad's to pick up our order for 5 turkey dinners. Refusing help from Tim, Mr. Bob marched with his cane into the restaurant but soon called for assistance.
Once at the hospital, the cart was loaded up and we headed for the cafeteria,
a spacious room, mostly empty and we chose a table. We bought the tablecloth and napkins at the last minute. Orange had been snapped up, so I settled for green without knowing it would match the upholstery of the chairs, with yellow napkins and plastic cutlery.
Tim had thought to bring something for a centerpiece and set up the flickering LED candles, the miniature Indian corn and tiny pumpkins. Martinelli's was the drink of the day.
And for restaurant food, the turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and green beans were quite delicious, even eaten from styrofoam.
Our mutual friend, Fiona (she's in her 90s and had been to 2 dinners ahead of stopping at the hospital.....not only that, but had parked far, far away, climbing a steep hill in the dark to get to us) joined us and after seeing our plight of trying to take a self-timed photo, a kind soul offered to take a group photo to appease my sense of needing to document everything.
It was lovely to be together and there was no doubt about what we counted as being at the top of our list of things for which to be thankful. Roger had come back to us after many dark and scary days. As Diane pushed the wheelchair back to Roger's room, we departed, driving Fiona to her faraway car. Thanksgiving 2010 was over. And it had been one to remember.