Thanksgiving this year 2009 was going to be a quiet one. I really didn’t know what to expect with just the boy’s and I. I originally wanted to go to Southern California with my sister Anne and spend it with two other sisters, Judy and Faye. My son Julian didn’t want to go and then Brendan, my younger son had to work. Things were simpler when they were little..giggle.

I was feeling bad about not having the larger gathering of friend’s and family of Holiday pasts. So, I thought I will cook everyone’s favorites, starches mostly and rent some movies to watch together. We’ll make the best of it. Beside who knows how many more years will we be together every year.

Work was quiet Wednesday for me, Julian worked only a few hours and Brendan had to work that evening until Midnight which then I had to pick him up. It’s very hard for me to stay up that late. He doesn’t have his own car yet and until Wed. he hasn’t been allowed to use my car because he got a moving violation and was hit by another car in my new two week old car all within a week. I decided to let him take the car so I didn’t have to go out so late. I felt good about it too. I just told him to call if he was going to be working later so I didn’t worry.

That evening Julian and I made our pies and went about our evening. I crawled into bed feeling a bit uneasy. I watched the time expecting Brendan to be home or call. Tick, Tick, Tick, it was pass his time and no call yet. The phone rang and it was him saying they just finished up and he was on his way home, Relief!

I made my way back to bed and started to feel real restless. I though to myself relax, he’ll be okay and home soon. It wasn’t anytime at all before the phone rang again and I knew it was something. Brendan voice on the other end, “MOM! I’ve been hit!” I thought oh my god not again. I asked him if he was okay, All he could say is you are going to hate me for the rest of my life. I was doing everything I could to stay calm and not fall apart. He said he hit his lip and his back hurt. I told him to call 911 and asked if the guy that hit him was there and he was. The last accident was a hit and run.

There were a few calls back and forth to make sure he got all the information, and took pictures with his phones. At this point I didn’t know how much damage was done to the car. After the police had left Brendan called again and said he could drive the car home. Crap! Julian was gone and I had no way to get to him. I called AAA but someone had to be there with a AAA card. Thankfully I got a hold of Julian and he thought I was joking..not again. He immediately went to the scene of the accident and called. He said mom it’s bad. The other car is totaled and your back end is totally messed up. I’m thinking OMG! How fast was this guy going and Thank God Brendan was okay.

I knew this was not Brendan’s fault and neither was the other accident, but Dang! Two accidents with my new car in 4 months. Luck is not on his side with this car. The first accident I was mad, but this time. I felt bad he thought I was going to hate him. When they got home the first thing we did was embrace each other with tears in our eyes. We both were shook up and Thank God he was home safe. The car is replaceable, Brendan is not.

When everyone settled in I couldn’t sleep. I got up and went out into the living room to watch TV, but only to find myself uncontrollably crying. I was able to hold it together only until then. I finally was able to go to sleep for a few hours.

Thanksgiving day the boy’s helped prepare dinner. We a wonderful meal and each of us gave thanks for that precious day. It was one of my best Thanksgivings ever.

InJoy!