Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. The Husband is going to fix us some wonderful Cornish hens and I am plannning on helping him eat them with gusto. After the wonderful meal I plan on doing some hearty knitting and possibly take a nap or two with my dogs curled up around me and my husband beside me.
This Thanksgiving is a lot different from the ones I grew up with. All of my sisters and their families would journey to come home. Mommy would have begun baking a couple of days before. There was a sense of excitement and an intense feeling of home. I thought those days would never end. It came as a surprise when they did. The last get-together was with me, Sister 2, Sister 3, and their families just before my Mommy passed. It was so bittersweet. We all knew it was the last one we would all be sharing together. It was never said out loud, but we all knew.
Now, since Mommy and Daddy have passed away, each of us have our own holidays with our families no matter how big or small. Our houses are still filled with love and hope. Joy visits sometimes even. Tomorrow me and my sisters will all call each other and wish each other a Happy Thanksgiving and we will want to be with each other, remembering how life used to be. Yet, there will be happiness simply because we can still talk to each other via the phone and Skype. Life goes on, and so does living, thankfully.