A confession – I love Thanksgiving. My wife and I, plus our children and grandchildren, celebrate on Cape Cod with my brother and his family. It is such a warm and cozy break from what is often the most frenetic time of the year at the Rosenberg Fund for Children. I often joke – my family will say much too often – that I give thanks on Thanksgiving for surviving until Thanksgiving.
I love making grants to help the children of targeted activists, but the story behind each award can fill me with a wide range of emotions. The Rosenberg Fund for Children’s (RFC) Board made a grant last month that produced a stew of intense responses in me.
I had a real treat a couple of weeks ago. Elli and I spent the weekend in New York City to celebrate our granddaughter, Josie’s second birthday. It took relatively little effort. A bit of planning, 3 or 4 hours in the car fighting heavy traffic, and we could join the other grandparents and a couple of aunts for a party with Josie, her parents and a few of their friends. It was a special, but commonplace, family ritual that fell within the normal course of our lives.