We all have many things to be thankful for but every Thanksgiving (and many times over the year) I am most grateful for people who have added to my life and are no more with me physically--I know they are my Guardian Angels looking over my shoulder every day of the year--though YOU may not know them they are a part of my family.

In the 1980s I lost 76 friends to AIDS and as I get older I lose more and more. Living at Gateway, a senior citizen community where the average age is in the 70s, I lose friends every year.

The one lady I miss the most of all every day, is the lady who taught me how to give and how to receive unconditional love, is Flo who always there to defend me, slap me on the head or butt when I needed it, told everyone how great I was, who could curse like a sailor and get away with it and yet couldn’t hear a sob story without doing something for that person or persons. It has been 35 years since she died but I still hear her voice.

And the latest, and I hope the last this year, was Charlie Cinnamon, who with Charlotte, made it possible for me to go to the theatre the past 5 years. I miss you friend.