Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time of giving thanks for all the wonderful things in your life. I suppose it was originally somewhat of a somber holiday, but over the years it has turned into a day of watching not one or two NFL games, but now three games, eating yourself into some sort of pants unbuttoned, lying on the couch in a carbohydrate and tryptophan fueled coma and (for some of us) planning to cap our giving of thanks by trampling over our fellow citizens to get a dumb-assed toy for 99 cents at Wal-Mart at midnight that will be collecting dust in the back of the closet by December 29th.
Let me put all of it into perspective for you. Last night I got a call from a friend telling me a friend, classmate, and fellow Queen City Rambler-Colorado Division, Scott Marr was in a serious car accident. The accident sent one of his children, via helicopter, to the hospital and took the life of his wife. Even as I type this, and I've had 12+ hours to digest it, my stomach is turning and my hands are shaking, I can't imagine what he is going through right now.
I have all these things I want to say about this situation but as I type, none of them sound right. I've typed and deleted more lines than I can count. I want to tell you what a solid person Scott is and how amazing his family is and nothing sounds right (although I suppose I just did). I want to offer my condolences and express my feelings on this but it all rings hollow and nothing can take away what the Marr family is going through right now.
You'd think at a time like this I could muster up at least one funny anecdote to inject a moment of levity, but I can't, so I apologize. So, for the Marr family, (and your own) today at your Thanksgiving meal understand what it is to truly give thanks. Hug your family and friends and be glad for all the wonderful people you have in your life.