2 days ago, i got a call from my mom.
it was good to hear from her as it was the eve of thanksgiving.
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when i was in high school, my dad and mom would wake us up early on thanksgiving morning, my brother and i would pout and lag, then begrudgingly roll into my dad’s 94′ Buick Park Avenue. we hated waking up early on our holiday, on our day without school. we had to make it to Rowland Heights by 10am. As we have made it there, almost every year since moving to America.
A church in Rowland Heights decided on thanksgiving day they would try to host korean missionaries who were in the states on furlough, studying at seminary or just resting/doing ministry in the states. They wanted to give missionary families a shot in the arm and a reminder that they were not forgotten and that they were simply loved.
There would be an adult service; which to be honest i dreaded, unless my dad was speaking (my dad is an amazing story teller; the best)…but after the service had ended food would be served. the spread was pretty amazing, multiple turkeys, honey glazed ham, stuffing, dumplings, candied yam, kim chi, various korean event entrees, pies, cranberry sauce, mash potatoes, etc… The elders and deacons of this church went out of their way and served us missionary kids and missionary families.
And after the long sermons and story telling and singing, and eating, we were given parting gifts. sometimes they were mini blankets, socks, shirts, towels, the typical korean church gifts.
when i was in high school i hated it, felt like it was so contrived, and knew that the people at the church didn’t even know me, they were just doing this for my dad’s sake… felt like it was a waste of time…
looking back now and talking with my bro, it was actually a very memorable event, that we both kinda miss. this surprised me; i wondered why i missed it, when i hated waking up and sitting and waiting…
i realized it was because of the moments in the car, my parents and i would always talk and share stories as we drove home, my parents were the envy of their fellow missionary friends as we were older than the other kids and were able to drive our parents home after the event. little things like that brings back good memories; and i guess even tho waking up early sucked…without fail we would always knew that we would be on Colima on thanksgiving day. that’s not the case anymore, for the past 4 years, i have not celerbated Thanksgiving with my family.
the last 3 years i was in Thailand, and this last year even though i am back in the states, my parents are in korea now and my bro last year was stuck in SF working. This year, however, i got to spend it with my bro, my bro in-law, my beautiful wife and her dad. the 5 of us got to have turkey, stuffing, mash potatoes, mushrooms with garlic, broccoli, french fries, candied yam, cranberry sauce, pie, ice cream, the works. it was awesome.
this was particularly rewarding to me as my brother and i, because we grew up all over the place, wanted to create our own family traditions to one day pass on to our future kids. almost like our own customized ‘festivous.’
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as i shared earlier in this post my mom called the day before thanksgiving, i had just learned that my dad’s bro, my uncle had passed away in his sleep. devastating news. my uncle is 9 years younger than my dad. he leaves behind his wife and 2 sons. my parents had just come back from seoul, after his funeral. just 2 years ago my mom had lost her dad and now my dad had lost his younger bro. I prayed for my 2 cousins and aunt who i barely know as they live in korea. what a horrible lost, and difficult time for them. i’m still trying to process all this. I called him 승구 삼춘 and i remember some of my earliest memories before i moved to singapore, when he would take me to eat 짜장면 (my fave korean/chinese dish). i think i remember watching Air Wolf but dubbed in korean at his house…when he stood next to my dad and next to my grand ma before she passed, the 3 of them look like 3 Russian dolls, identical, carbon copies but 3 different sizes. i’m gonna miss him. he always looked out for my bro and I when we visited korea, even if it was for a short time.
as my bro and my wife got to celebrate our version of thanksgiving, we got to enjoy my father-in-law playing the Wii for the first time. it was super entertaining. i will post that video in the near future, so we can all enjoy.
I am thankful for this past week. Thankful for 3 years of marriage to my beautiful Annette. Thankful that i got to to spend thanksgiving with my bro who flew in from Dallas. Thankful that my uncle has gone to heaven, my dad mentioned that all were comforted at the funeral, as his face was one of such peace and joy even in his passing. I’m thankful for great friends to eat an impromptu pot luck dinner with and simply enjoy each others company.