Okay, I made it through the first Thanksgiving without Steve, and I'm okay. As Steve and I had done for the past 6 or 7 years, I walked across the street to my neighbor's house for Thanksgiving dinner. I've long had the "appetizer duty" at this event because I show up on time! There were about 18-20 people on hand, most of them either the hostess' relatives or neighbors from our block. Instead of the usual going around the table to say what each of us is thankful for (the hostess knew that would be painful for me this year as Steve was always at the top of my list), a couple of people had been asked to give readings instead. Then we enjoyed a good meal and relaxed around the table. I tired to remain cheerful, and was successful: My spirits stayed reasonably high. After some initial banter over cocktails, I didn't talk quite as much as usual and found myself listening more closely to what others talked about. The hostess' mother, Sara, who has been widowed for many years, reminded me just to take things a day at a time. Sara has a practical approach to life: We just have to take what comes and make the best of what we cannot change. Because she seems to be a happy person who finds joy in life, I'm inclined to heed her advice. Certainly, I've known people who fought reality every step of the way (my maternal grandmother comes to mind), and it sure didn't make them happy. Anyway, I tried to make the best of things today, and it seemed to work out. For that - and for my good friends and neighbors - I am indeed thankful.