It's Thanksgiving morning and I am blessed, but I'll level with ya.
Thanksgiving has just not been the same since my father passed away in 2005. Yet, it is still a happy time for me because I reflect on who I still have in my life and all of the memories God has given me.
When mom was diagnosed with dementia of the Alzheimer's type in 2012, I took another hit. No more would I smell the heavenly aroma of her sweet potato snowflake (as she called it) during the holidays (yes I make it, but it's not hers). I miss her banana pudding too. She made it with so much love. I can still taste it.
Listen, this is not a sad day for me. Not by any means. I miss what I had, but I rejoice in what I have. I I have a loving husband (he's still sleeping from a long day of framing yesterday), amazing siblings ( I love you Rodney, Ryan and Daryl) and a family that I wouldn't trade for anything. I also have an extended family with play cousins, godchildren and sister-friends.
I am blessed.
I even have a mom who still lights up when she sees me. I'm going to go see her today so I can bask in the warmth of her smile.
Happy Thanksgiving y'all!