Surviving Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is probably my least favorite holiday.  I normally abstain and spend the day watching movies and eating mac ‘n cheese in my Pajamas. My Grandfather (on my mother’s side) died when I was 16 and his funeral was a few days before Thanksgiving. People who we normally never saw stayed for Thanksgiving it just destroyed what I thought thanksgiving was. Then the older I got the more the day to me was about celebrating the destruction of a whole race of people. I stopped, it just wasn’t for me and honestly it still isn’t. Last year I had to make dinner because it was to be my Grandfather’s Last Thanksgiving. This year it became a way to honor them both. Both men loved a good meal and any reason to get together. I can’t say I will do this again. It was hard, I’m just not a Thanksgiving person.

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