It's the second Thanksgiving without Nic being here to arrive early, eat, play with his nephews, love up on his daughter and leave early.
A lot has transpired over the past 18 months, some good, some bad, and the rest of it, well it's just life. It goes on, it's not easy, the days are not really that much "softer" and there are more days that I miss him and think about him than there are when he's just in the back of my mind.
"A special person I once knew, gave me some important advice about how to deal with losing someone through death or divorce. She said, 'The reality is, you will always grieve. You don't actually get over your loss, but you learn to live with it. You'll rebuild your life around the hurt and pain, which, really, doesn't go away. You'll be different because of it and that's okay. You'll learn to love again...and to laugh...and to feel. Then, one day, you'll wake up and realize that all the good memories, the cherished moments, you and your loved one shared never disappear. They stay hidden, tucked away within the secret places of your heart where you can visit them at any time'" ~ Justin Miller, Love's Hidden View by Robert Valleau
What makes this Thanksgiving different from last year? Nothing really, other than everyone is a year older. I think that some hide their feelings, and don't want to talk about it for fear that it will bring up so many sad emotions, but I say "fuck it", let's talk about him, let's share the funny times, the sad times, the good times and the bad times. (I guarantee you that the "sad" and "bad" times will barely surface, funny how those faded away from my memory on May 28, 2013)
So, I'd like to set a place for him at the table and listen to the grand kids talk about their Uncle Nic this year. The memories of a son, a brother, a dad a brother-in-law and an uncle, that is what I am thankful for this year,
Peace out my son,