Thanksgiving Week Was Rough, But Not Why You Think
There were no cooking disasters, family conflicts, or traffic nightmares
On the week of Thanksgiving, we nearly lost two of our cats.
Losing a pet isn’t the worst thing to happen, but that doesn't mean it's not devastating to the person experiencing that loss.
Pain shouldn’t be quantified, nor should one have to validate why they’re feeling it.
November isn’t my favorite month.
One day in November many years ago, walking through a sporting goods store in San Francisco, my father had a heart attack and died.
My father was a month away from his 68th birthday and was a wonderful man. I blame November for taking away my one good parent at too young an age.
I don’t hold a grudge against Thanksgiving because I no longer have the typical ones or any expectations of miracles or magic.
My mother’s health is declining rapidly and but her delusions and iron willstay strong making it challenging to be around her. She loves turkey, so in an act of goodwill, Andy and I ended up driving the 360 miles to her house, cooking her and my family turkey dinner.
