I remember the first Thanksgiving without him. The first real holiday we would gather and my husband of 25 years would not be there. He had died almost 5 months before. And I felt nowhere near ready to face a day such as this.
And yet, all around me, life was going on. People were laughing and shopping and baking and cooking and packing and, well, happy. And me? I just wanted to crawl under the covers until the whole thing passed. I simply felt like