What do we do with this season of gratitude . . . when gratitude is so often about feeling happy  ?   
For the grieving heart feeling happy is hard.  So how do we reconcile  devastating loss with joyous  family gatherings around an abundant table ?  It all feels so incongruent.
 Maybe it
would help if we were simply given permission to be grateful
 without
being happy about it.  There is a distinct difference between gratitude and happiness.  
We can absolutely be grateful for all the delights
in our lives . . . all those times when we smile at the thoughtfulness of a
kind friend,  collapse into breathless belly laughs or greet some unexpected joy that changes everything for the better.  Who wouldn’t feel grateful and happy for such moments ?  
But there is a deeper gratitude, I think.  
And that is the speechless wonder, the pure
gift, of a life that we were privileged to cherish for too short a time.  Gratitude this deep is born of the
penetrating grace of memories that take us back to another time when happiness
was easy.  
Now we know a more serious happiness of the heart - a profound gratitude that spills out of us through
tears.  And this is perhaps the truest form of Thanksgiving there is.