Thanksgiving is coming up, in case you do not have a calendar and are completely out out of touch with the world around you! This year the meal is at my house. My sister, Natalie and her family are coming, as well as my Dad. I am very excited to have them all here but am feeling a little anxiety setting in already. You see, Thanksgiving is my Mom's day. It's not that she absolutely LOVED to get up at 5AM to put in a turkey but she LOVED how happy that bird made all of us, especially my dad. No one can make a turkey, stuffing, and gravy like my mom.....Dad may be the only exception. A year and a half ago, while putting together a family cookbook, my mom wrote about her stuffing recipe, "If you only learn to cook ONE thing from me, this better be it." Of course we knew how to make it.....she has been teaching us from the time we could reach the stove! The difference was she was always there with us. I know how to make this special meal the right way, (just for the record, if you are not a Toombs, you make it wrong!) but I just don't want to do it without her. I have been perfectly comfortable living in my little world of denial....believing that if I do not THINK about Mom's death, then it won't be so. Thanksgiving day will force be into a reality I am not prepared to face.
So there! You all just got to hear my boo-hooing for today. No need to respond. I just needed to express my feelings for myself, since this blog will become a journal of sorts someday.
By the way, the photo above was taken in 2001. Brandon was 2 years old and even he knows how good Mom's turkey is! The look on his face says it all!