One year ago, I spoke to my brother for the last time. It was a pretty short conversation.
At the end he gave his usual sign-off, "Well, it was nice hearing your voice."
I said, "Love you, David."
"I love you too."
It was partly just luck that we spoke that day. Three days later my chances for connection were forever severed.
But, of anything this year, that conversation is what I have been most thankful for. And it's a reminder as I head into the holidays to remember what it's all about. I'm trying to remind myself top stop worrying about how clean the house is or whether the table cloth is pressed (or even if there is a tablecloth) and remember it's about the people.