"You're sure you don't want to join us Trivette?" Walker asked a final time, before heading out the door.
"I'm sure Walker, but thanks anyhow…" He waved to his partner and flashed him a smile.
It was after all Thanksgiving; it was a time to spend with family and friends. It was a time to reflect on what really mattered and what was most important in life. Jimmy Trivette was a man who prided himself in not waiting for the holidays to express his feelings for his friends or to reflect on what was important.
But this holiday was different.
As he left work, he bundled up his coat, wrapping his scarf nice and tight. He grabbed what he needed and made his way to his destination for that evening.
He laid out the blanket, placing his plate, utensils and basket full of food on the hard ground. He sat down; crossing his legs, and began to un-ravel the scarf around his neck. He rubbed his hands together, and reached for the food items he'd prepared especially for this night. He opened the bottle of wine, and poured it into his glass carefully. As he lifted it in the air, he couldn't help but smile at the headstone in front of him.
"Happy Thanksgiving big dog."