My former morning show partner, the late, great Steve Kerrigan, often told me that was some of the most meaningful radio work he ever did, and as most of you know, Kerrigan is a radio icon. He would so look forward to the radiothon’s big reveal on Wednesday evening because his kids would come.
Steve’s been gone nearly two years, after bravely battling multiple myeloma. Now sadly for us, but happy for him, his youngest daughter, Sophie, has been reunited with her father and grandfathers. Sophie and her friends Skylar Kooken and Julianna Hawk lost their lives in a tragic truck crash nearly two weeks ago.
When our loved ones leave us, it’s hard to imagine ever being happy again, let alone wanting to take part in the hustle and bustle of this time of year. It will be the second Thanksgiving without my mom. She was the central figure around this celebration, always insisting it be at my parents’ little house in South Charleston.
There were nine of us jammed around the table, overloaded with a giant turkey and all the trimmings. All capped off with the infamous Wilson family “puking turkey.” Mom would ceremoniously present the Pilgrim-hat-wearing turkey gravy boat to one of the four grandsons for the honor of pouring out the first glop. The gravy came out of the turkey’s mouth, thus the “puking.”
My sister hosted Thanksgiving dinner last year, and Dad brought along the turkey boat, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe this year, we’ll go back to my parents’ home. Even though Mom’s chair will be empty, there’ll be four young men surrounding the table: a 21-year-old who is on his own and attending Sinclair College; an 18-year-old Kentucky Christian University football playing freshman; a soon to be 17-year-old Madison Plains High School junior and 14-year-old freshman, Andy. Add in my dad, me, my sister and Rachel, and that’s quite a crowd. Wonder who will get the honor of the yakking turkey this year? No matter, somewhere Mom is smiling, and for that I will be forever grateful.
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