Snow thankful ⛄️

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I have a snow story  to share with all of you.  I moved away from my home in Buffalo, New York  many years ago.  My Mom and Dad would visit me in Savannah Georgia in the winter and I would visit them in New York  during the summer, all of us chasing after the perfect 70 degree weather.

I changed the routine up a bit one  February when my  Dad called and asked to speak with my youngest son.  This was not out of the ordinary  for him to call during football season since they always talked about their favorite team “The Buffalo Bills”, but the season was over.

My curiosity over this Sunday night called came to an end when my youngest
son looked over to me and said ” Grandpa wants us to come up this week because they have a lot of snow”.  I jumped into the conversation and my Dad said ” the kids have to get to know snow”.

Two days later along with my two sons I was on a windy cold flight to Buffalo.  The landing was so turbulent the passengers applauded the flight crew when we parked at the gate of the terminal.

My Dad was in his usual waiting area with hands full of coats, scarves, gloves and boots that my sisters gathered up for all of us to wear.
Dad and the boys had a great week sledding, ice fishing, skating and fun things kids do in the snow. I stayed inside with my feet on the floor registers trying to stay warm.
My Dad passed away soon after this visit but I’ve never really felt like he left us because there are so many memories like this one.
When I see  snow photos I can’t help to think that even when the snow melts the “snow prints” will leave big impressions.

Happy Thanksgiving friends……eat more than one piece of pie

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