It’s really hard to believe sometimes that it’s been 3 years since I sat in a hospital room with my mom talking about wigs, oyster stuffing and chemo. I don’t think I truly realized how much I loved
Thanksgiving until this year. I’m pretty sure it was one of my mom’s favorite holidays and now I get it; that magic that was created while we all sat around waiting to eat her wonderful food. I’m thinking I need to talk to my brother about starting slightly new traditions. This year we wait to eat until Friday because his ex-wife had the kids during the afternoon on Thursday. Things weren’t the same. I think when that happens again, we need to have a special Thanksgiving breakfast with the kids and then still eat dinner on Thursday. I know my mom used to say that a holiday is just a day, which I believe. But I also believe it is what you make of it. I miss you mom…everyday!
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