My family was supposed to be here.
I was supposed to have my whole house full of my favorite, well the bulk of my favorite, people today. This house was supposed to be noisy and busy by now.
But it’s not.
My dear sweet oldest sister was in a car wreck on her way to get her son on Tuesday. She is just fine. She wasn’t seriously injured. Just sore now. Her car however is not okay. I am beyond thankful something worse didn’t happen. I am so thankful she wasn’t hurt and that she made it out. That road to Bend has claimed several loved ones of families from my home town over the years and I am glad and thankful that it didn’t do that to us this year.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get through writing this post without crying. I’m sitting here bawling, again, thinking about what I’m missing today. And thinking about what I could be missing had something happened to her.
Today I’m cooking a turkey largely on my own for the very first time. I was really happy to have Thanksgiving at my house with my whole family but with the help of my mom and sisters. Which would have meant I wouldn’t have had to do anything. But now? I’m on my own. Well not completely. Thankfully I do have an aunt and a couple uncles that seem to come through in a clutch and help me. My uncle who has come forward to say that he put a hex on me for “stealing his dinner party” is now making the “dressing” did you know that “dressing” was just a fancy word for stuffing? I didn’t. I swear to God I never paid any attention to what was cooked. I just ate it. I should have maybe helped out a little more in years past. So Thanksgiving will still go on here at my house. Just not as loud and a little bit sad.
Being thankful for the right things today means being thankful that you have a family. Even though they’re 400 miles away. And knowing that they’re just as sad as I am that they’re not here helps me just a little.