My emotions are all a jumble. This is our first Thanksgiving apart. Even saying it like that, “apart,” seems only temporary. I supposed given the circumstances, “asunder,” would be more accurate.
I made dressing for dinner even though I never liked eating it. I would only make it for you. I guess it was simply habit. I could freeze the leftovers. Maybe I should just toss the pan out in the backyard for the birds and squirrels.
It’s all still so new, and raw. I’ll fit all the pieces back together eventually. For now, I’m thankful, just not sure why.