Bittersweet

This past thanksgiving was very emotional for my family and me, having to deal with the first holiday since the unexpected passing of my grandmother, who was simply the backbone to our family. She has cooked up our delicious thanksgiving meals since before I was even born 19 years ago, and left the job up to my mother to provide the meal for us, which she did an amazing job filling the big shoes. We started off the day as we do every Thanksgiving going to our town’s annual football game (for the past four years I have played in); to see people we haven’t seen in months, and to obviously cheer on our team. From there we went back to the house where we greeted our entire family with over 25 people at my house starving for a meal. My mother cooked up the classic turkey, with mashed potatoes, corn, ham, relish, green beans, peas, and biscuits. The absolute best part of the meal was the turkey my mother cooked, perfectly stuffed and was perfectly cooked to perfection. My mother did a spectacular job of making the food, which I knew was an emotional time for her after she couldn’t help but realize the reality of why she is actually cooking, but not all of the day was set to weep. We also used the day to celebrate her life, and all the good times which we reminisced for the rest of the day while we watched our favorite team, the New England Patriots smash the Detroit Lions, then watching the Dallas Cowboys go down later in the day! Overall, my Thanksgiving was defiantly a bittersweet day, coming home from a lot of hard work at Kent over 3 months, finally making it home to very unfortunate news. There will never be a Thanksgiving where my family and I do not remember good old Nana Dee and all the classic Thanksgiving traditions we upheld as a family which she installed.