So, how was your Thanksgiving…really?
If you are one that needs the silver lining, or the big positive spin at the end, this post is not for you. Really. If you’re offended by a little profanity, click the “X” and skip this one. “So, how was your Thanksgiving…really?” Year #1 Thanksgiving. As most could only imagine, it was unimaginable. Like nothing I ever thought I could survive. The waves of drowning grief were riding in like a raging storm- punishing and relentless. We were still coping hour to hour. Simply existing was agony. I hosted Thanksgiving. We cooked, we ate, we drank, we did. I ducked … Continue reading