To kick this process off, I've got the perfect excuse. It's the holiday season. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am baking my first turkey. For those of you who don't know, the holidays are very difficult for me now. It is now the second year that I have to celebrate without my mom and in all honesty, I just get sad. I don't want to celebrate. Last year, my family had a turkey cooked for us and we just assembled some traditional dishes. I think we barely made it through, but we were tough. I think this year is a little bit harder. You think you are being strong, but then you get hit with the guy at the meat counter who says to you, unknowingly, "Oh..a turkey for the Wormer family..I was wondering why she didn't order one last year!" or all of a sudden you are finding a place at the table for a new guest. Strange. Difficult. I feel fortunate and "thankful" though that I lost my mom at an age when I do understand the meaning of being thankful and traditions. Last night as I was tearing up the bread for the stuffing, I just kept thinking "If only I had helped out more when she was here. I would know how to do this better." But the truth is, she would just be proud that I am taking on her stuffing and gravy recipes and getting the family together. She would want that. So wish me luck as I get up at 6am and attempt my first turkey. It may not be great, but it's a step.
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I'm sure your turkey turned out great. I know she'd be proud of you.
I get those feelings about my grandparents and my boys - how they'd love to see them, how I wish I'd paid attention to how she did things. I can't even begin to imagine.
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