Thanksgiving Will Never Be the Same

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In Dedication

It isn’t easy,
Yet we will make it through,
This will be the second Thanksgiving,
Where we haven’t had you.

It isn’t the same,
And it feels so wrong to smile,
But it feels like you are with us,
And we can breathe for a while.

Your daughter really misses you,
As well as your son,
We try to make it through this,
But it isn’t as much fun.

Tradition, you don’t realize,
Is something that we don’t want to lose,
And without you here it isn’t the same,
And just as Madaline is reaching terrible twos.

I miss you and I love you,
And wish you could be here,
I know you are in a better place,
But it feels different around this time of year.

So if you are reading this from heaven,
I just want you to know,
I mentally send you some of Aunt Janet’s deviled eggs,
Because not eating those every year must be a blow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is for my Grandma, who we are still trying to get over her death. We used to go over to her house every thanksgiving. She died two years ago and I am sure she is making cakes for the angels and finally sitting next to her true love again, but last year and the year before it wasn't the same because half the family didn't come because they couldn't bear the thought of having Thanksgiving somewhere else. And my Aunt Janet didn't come out of her house for months.

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Nice Tribute

Sad. - Lady A


 

 

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Thank-you. LovingLovelace

Thank-you.

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