So this is my 4th Thanksgiving. My 4th Thanksgiving without my grandma. They say with time, it gets easier. I don’t know who “they” are, but that’s a bunch of crap.
See Thanksgiving was her holiday. The one she really took pride in. The one that really and truly brought the whole family together. Where cousins got together and laughed and played. Where aunts commiserated over coffee and tea. Where football stayed permanently on the television, and no one even remotely thought of turning the channel.
The holidays are hard, especially when you miss loved ones who are no longer here to celebrate. I miss my grandma so much, and I cry. I cry tears of remembrance, I cry tears of love. I cry because I wish I got to hug her one more time. And have her hold me and tell me everything will be alright.
So over this holiday season, hug your family a little tighter. Hug and really mean it. Because you don’t know what’s going to happen. Although that in its essence, is what is beautiful about life; the unknown and living life to its fullest. But people come and go.
So hug your loved ones. Tight.
And count yourself blessed.