I swear, I blinked and Thanksgiving is almost here. Why is it that it feels like each year goes faster than the one before it?
I tend to have a love/hate relationship with Thanksgiving. The love side comes from seeing family (especially ones we don't see that often) and a big Thanksgiving meal x 3.
Each year we travel to and stuff our bellies at three different places. Each one has different family, different food, and different traditions. Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same without each one.
The hate side comes from the fact that Thanksgiving is always a big reminder that my dad isn't here. He died the day before Thanksgiving five years ago and I miss him more every single day.
I miss his jokes and how he would tell them to you over and over. It didn't matter if you told him you had heard it because he was going to tell you again anyway. I miss seeing what goofy t-shirt he has on. I miss the laughter that filled the room because of some story was telling. I miss seeing the sparkle in his eyes when he would make people laugh. I miss hearing him say "battree" instead of battery. Even though we weren't big on showing affection, I miss hugging him and would give anything to be able to do it again. I just miss him.
This year, even though I'm feeling a little sad, I am thankful for the 25 years I had with my dad and the wonderful memories that filled them.