This post by Abbie Johnson Taylor
Thanksgiving is almost here. In past years, I’ve lost my mother, two grandmothers, my husband, and my father. Although I try to keep a joyful attitude during this time, the following poem from That’s Life illustrates how difficult the holidays can be for those who have lost loved ones.
Thanksgiving is coming.
Already, a friend far away
asks if I have plans.
I’ll spend Christmas
in the tropics with my brother,
but Thanksgiving’s up in the air
with no husband, father, mother.
Other relatives have plans.
At least I don’t have to clean the house,
shop, prepare food for twelve people,
pick up after everyone,
deal with leftovers
while men watch football,
women fail to be helpful,
children run around,
scream, argue, cry.
It’s not the same.
If you’ve lost loved ones, how do you celebrate the holidays?
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