Woke up thinking about past Thanksgivings. After the loss of Troy my sleep has never been the same. Our Indiana Thanksgivings were wonderful get togethers with both sides of the family. Any differences such as politics or religion were left at the door. It was just so wonderful to share all the good food and fellowship together. That’s what Thanksgiving is all about. I hate when people try to hijack the holidays and make them into something they aren’t. I’m so thankful for all those wonderful memories. All those who shared the holidays with me and Troy enriched our lives. I can still hear someone say please pass the turkey. I miss Troy, my parents, his parents, my aunt Beulah. Their presence in our lives made all the difference. Thanksgiving will never be the same.
Jane is a Widow 