It is funny the memories from my childhood that have stuck with me as I’ve grown up. Although, I admit that often it isn’t the memories of the things that I had or all the things I did that I remember or think about the most. As I have gotten older, I have the wisdom to just be thankful for so many things.  One of the most enduring Thanksgiving memories I have is not with tables full of food and people gathered around. It is instead one solitary Thanksgiving meal with my mom that is the most endearing to me. My dad went hunting with my brother that year, so…