This is sort of a journal entry I wrote about 6 years ago before Thanksgiving. I had lost my father that year. I can now say I do celebrate Thanksgiving but just with my husband Rob. He is still with me everyday.
There is still a part of me that thinks he will come back. That same part that sat there at his funeral willing him to sit up. To apologize for leaving and saying he's back for good. Every day it gets smaller but that hope will always be with me. I won't ever be rid of it. I want him back. I can't let him go. Every time I think about him my heart stops and I can't breathe.
I miss him at Thanksgiving. I spent every Thanksgiving for 19 years with him. I don't want the Turkey or the potatoes. I don't want to be with family and put on this front that I'm happy. He was my life. He created me and will never forget. Thanksgiving was his day and will forever be his day. It is now a day of mourning. I loke Rob's idea of just staying in and watching movies. No celebrating, just relaxing. I know I will be okay someday. Just not today.
There is still a part of me that thinks he will come back. That same part that sat there at his funeral willing him to sit up. To apologize for leaving and saying he's back for good. Every day it gets smaller but that hope will always be with me. I won't ever be rid of it. I want him back. I can't let him go. Every time I think about him my heart stops and I can't breathe.
I miss him at Thanksgiving. I spent every Thanksgiving for 19 years with him. I don't want the Turkey or the potatoes. I don't want to be with family and put on this front that I'm happy. He was my life. He created me and will never forget. Thanksgiving was his day and will forever be his day. It is now a day of mourning. I loke Rob's idea of just staying in and watching movies. No celebrating, just relaxing. I know I will be okay someday. Just not today.
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