Several years ago (when I was a kid) we used to have Thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, and it was a big deal – my grandfather would carve the turkey, my grandmother would make the sides, my mother would make the desserts, and all of our families would come over and feast. Then we’d go over to my aunt’s house on the other side of town for dessert.
Tomorrow, it’ll be my mother, myself, my brother, my sister-in-law, and my 7 month old niece. I’m fine with that – it’s much less stressful. We’re having turkey breast, roasted potatoes, zucchini fritters, and blueberry dump cake.
For those of you celebrating Thanksgiving on your own – either voluntarily or involuntarily – be kind to yourselves. If your Thanksgiving involves a turkey sandwich, leftover Chinese, cold pizza, or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it’s not always about feasts – it’s about being grateful for what you have. Each day I’m perpendicular, I’m grateful, and sometimes that’s all you need.
And for those of you who have had loved ones pass away, your memories will always be a blessing.
