Here's something that happened to my best friend and I on Thanksgiving.

I was visiting relatives and friends that day, and decided to visit my parents grave that night with my best friend. I had no opportunity to do so during the day and live 2 hours away, so visiting is very infrequent for me, hence why I went at night. Anyhow, my friend and I were putting flowers on their grave when something happened that still gives my friend and I the chills. Let me give a little background before telling you what happened, as I think it may be relative to it:

I had just got done visiting my father's sister in a nursing home. I was going to bring her to my sister's house to spend Thanksgiving with us, but she caught a cold and didn't feel well. Her children and grandchildren have nothing to do with her, and because she can't live alone due to the fact that she has a hip problem, she was thrown into this nursing home to be forgotten by all of her kids and grandchildren. My sister, my cousin from my Dad's other sister, and my best friend along with our families are the only ones who care about this woman, and recently (back in May), my sister and I found out about this awful situation. Anyhow, I decided that since she couldn't visit with us for Thanksgiving, we'd bring Thanksgiving to her- so ten of us (my family, my sister and her daughter, my best friend and her daughters) went and visited with her for a couple of hours, bringing her Thanksgiving goodies and good cheer. She said that that day was better than Mother's Day for her.

So, after we left, we went back to my sister's place, had some hor dourves and dessert, then went to the grave. We were there about a couple of minutes, when all of the sudden, both my friend and I heard my father's voice calling my name. Then, the lights went out in the cemetery for a couple of seconds and came back on. Just as I questioned my friend about hearing my Dad call my name, it happened again- he said my name, and the lights went out again.

I think my Dad was just thanking my best friend and I  in his own way for caring enough about his little sister to go and visit her.  Surely this is breaking his heart seeing watching her being abandoned by her children and grandchildren.

I have many other stories I can share, but this one is the most recent one.

What a shame. I really like Adler and think he's one of the best drummers out there along with Bev Bevan of ELO and Mick Tucker of The Sweet.

I hope one day Adler will get his act together. So much talent going to waste over substance abuse.

Oh, goodie! I have two division rivalries I can fight with here every day.

I wish Julien slugged the Habs coaches the other night. That was fun watching them bicker back and forth on the benches.

Thanks for clarifying. Montreal sucks.