Katie Couric: Cherish lost loved ones while enjoying those you have
THE WORST THANKSGIVING of my life was the Thanksgiving of 1997. My husband Jay had been diagnosed with Stage IV colon cancer about eight months earlier—on April 3, to be precise. “We will figure this out!” became my daily mantra. But by Thanksgiving, it had become clear that saying it would not make it so.
Jay was one of seven, the eldest boy and,
