Thanksgiving Freewrite

It’s Thanksgiving morning and I’m trying to muster the energy to feel grateful, to feel anything, really, but I’m too numb to feel anything beyond the weight of missing my mother. For nearly the past two decades, the holidays have taken on their own bittersweet evolution, as we continued to honor the same traditions while watching my mom slowly slip away. The earlier years were easier of course, when she still presented as herself, just slightly confused, and then morphed into the child-like “Nay Nay” we came to love for the first handful of years of this disease.