We got Wes' diagnosis the day before Thanksgiving in 2013. So yeah, this holiday is forever basically ruined for our family.
And he's only been gone 6.5 weeks, and so today is shitty shitty shitty shitty hard.
We are trying to ignore the holiday, but the work of ignoring it means there's an awareness and so it's actually impossible to ignore. You know how it goes.
Not cooking a Turkey (none of us LIKE Turkey enough for that). But people still gotta eat so there will be food, I suppose.
Going to see Thor this afternoon. We went and saw Justice League yesterday. This is a special form of torture for me, but I love my peeps, so I will do it.
Yeah, holidays are crummy for the bereaved. I didn't make it to Church this morning for Divine Liturgy because I couldn't muster the energy to climb over the steaming pile of my grief and: get dressed, say prayers, be hungry and go to Church. Not to mention being the energy force that supposedly gets the millenials up and out the door. Nope. Trying to learn to not do that.
My motto in life is: I don't control people.