We had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house today. It was the first holiday we've had without Joan and she was missed very much. She loved turkey dinners even more than the average person and I could just hear her telling us all to slow down and enjoy every bite. She would have had fun today visiting and laughing and playing with her grandchildren and seeing what all the kids were up to. It's always busy and loud and a bit crazy when my family gets together, and Joan seemed to love it. It's so hard to believe she will never be at one of our family dinners again.
But my mom still cooked and we still showed up and we still talked and ate and laughed and tried to carry on as usual even though it will never be the same again. I guess all we can do is keep showing up and hope that it gets easier.
|Tia turned 18 yesterday (just in time to vote in the civic election!). My mom made a chocolate chip chiffon cake, which was our favourite birthday cake growing up. I think I had three pieces - it was so good.|
|Going for a ride on the manure spreader that my dad converted into … not sure what to call it. A passenger trailer? This is something that's hard to explain unless you've grown up on a farm and you know my dad.|
|Nixi was intrigued with Methuselah, my aunt's giant one-armed vintage doll. It's hard not to be.|
|Working on a project|
|The return of the frustrating bead craft. It went better than it did in the summer, largely due to more strategic placement of the iron.|
|Laughing cousins (and one on the iPad)|