|Wednesday, Nov. 24, 2004 || First Thanksgiving|
Heading to the parenthood's for the holiday this morning.
It's been ten years since we celebrated a Thanksgiving in MD. I can't believe it's been that long. Bless Rob's heart; he just got in yesterday at 4:15 PM, he's driven over 1000 miles in the past 4 days for work, and he's still going to drive us up there today.
I think I'll keep him!
It is also the first Thanksgiving for me in MD without Pop.
It's been almost 9 years since Pop passed away. And time, as it does, has lessened the grief.
But Thanksgiving was Pop's holiday. He was the one who you found in the kitchen in the early morning hours, checking and basting the turkey. He made the sweet potatoes and saurkraut (yes, Pam, our family fixes that too!). He turned on the parades and wouldn't let you change the channel. He carved that golden bird, slapping our hands when we reached for the skin, only to grab a bit and throw it into his mouth right in front of us, eyes twinkling.
He and my mom worked side-by-side, each and every year. This is always a tough day for her, Daddy's little girl without Daddy by her side.
It saddens me to think that my kids will never remember a Thanksgiving with Pop. But one moves on, celebrating the holidays without those you love, because you just do. You make new memories around the bountiful table. New faces replace those of beloved ones gone on.
But you never forget, as the aromas of turkey and bread and saurkraut mingle, reminding you of a bearded man with laughter dancing in his eyes. And you wish, for a bit, that time didn't march on.
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