In honor of her we set up her table as it would have looked had she still been here. And since she wasn't, we had to settle on a photograph and a candle that will burn only on special occasions.
I began the day preparing the food for my family as well as crying all day. Little bursts of sadness throughout, from start to finish. I went to visit her resting place to break down more than ever.
Thanksgiving was a solemn day for me as I reflected on all of my memories of her. She was my treasure in life and now my angel in the Heavens.
My favorite Thanksgiving memory was this one:
On Thanksgiving Eve many moons ago, in the living room of my childhood home, I sat reading as my mother prepared for the next day. The turkey, that had yet to be seasoned, was being used as a danci…