My Thanks was uneventful, but that's okay. I had a lot to be thankful for... I'm sure of it. If I put my mind to it I bet I could think of a couple of things.

I had a turkey sandwich and some Wild Turkey!

Then I had a great dream about meeting a girl who died many years before I was born. She found me sleeping under a tree and took my hand to show me how she knew to find me.

She had been a friend of my mother's when she was young and they lived in the mountains of Tennessee. They played together and went to school together. Were best friends actually. She died in a cabin fire when she was 21 years old. She kneeled over her grave and plucked the toadstools that grew there.

Hand in hand she walked me through the woods and down to a creek that sparkled wildly in the moonlight. She reached into the water and pulled out a smooth stone that she said was a rock she found when she was 7 years old and because it was heart shaped she left it in the water because she was afraid the creek would die without it.

She handed it to me and it glistened in the light of the stars and moon. It was heartshaped. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her eyes were big and very pretty. She was barefooted and the white dress she wore was ragged and dirty where it dragged the ground.

"I've been waiting to find you," she whispered.

"I've known you for years and years before you were born," she put her hand on top of the rock in my palm, her fingers messed through mine.

She kissed me on the lips and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Her body moved up to mine. I felt how cold she was against me and just as I thought that she warmed up. My knees were getting weak and she pulled me down onto the moss on the bank. She fell back and her hair spread out on the ground. She pulled me up on top of her. Her hair was auburn and I laid my head on her breasts.

I listened for her heartbeat but none was there.

"I'm waiting for you," she sighed.