Without a doubt, my most memorable Thanksgiving dinner was in 1992. We were living in a cramped RV with our daughters, dog and what remained of our possessions after Hurricane Andrew destroyed our home.
Our dear friends and neighbors Willie and Cherry Pacquing and their daughters were living next door in the front part of what remained of their home.
That Thanksgiving, we shared food cooked in our driveways, used a door that had been blown off its hinges as a table and dined by candlelight. We told our daughters that we could survive anything if we remained strong as a family.
Almost 25 years later, the friendship and memories endure. We still celebrate the holidays with the Pacquing family.
Nancy A. Sica, Miami