How strange that Thanksgiving also happens to be the two month anniversary of Pop's passing. Two months ago, we were there for our lasagna bake-off. The food was good (if I do say so myself), the weather was beautiful, and I think that if Pop could've chosen his last day, he probably wouldn't have changed a thing.
Today we will go to Mom's house again for lunch. The house will be full with the smells of wonderful food, the sounds of laughter, and the feel of love. He'll be the only thing that's missing, but I know that he won't be far from our thoughts. I don't want to be sad today. I want to be happy and thankful for all that I have. I want to laugh with and enjoy spending the day with Shawn, our girls, my mom, brothers, sisters, nieces and nephew, aunts, uncles and cousins. I want to eat delicious turkey, Mom's dressing, and Pam's green bean casserole. I want to indulge in some of the pies that I baked last night. I want to go to the movies tonight with Mom, Lisa, and Holly, and enjoy the mindless escape for a couple of hours. I want to brave the crowds to shop with Holly tonight.
So, that is my mission...to try for happiness. However, I know that a small part of my heart will be aching, and I think that's ok too.
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