Potatoes are in the instant pot now everything else is ready to go into the oven when it’s time. Made cranberry relish and will heat it up when I put stuff in the oven so it can simmer some more.
This is my third sober Thanksgiving. The first was a blur, as I was still trying to figure out how to be awake without drinking. Last year was full of the usual family rush and traveling to various houses. This year, as it does for just about everyone, felt much different.
My mother and my aunt didn’t come down this because of covid. I cooked for the in-laws and took food to a couple of folks who were spending the day alone. It wasn’t an exciting day - but damned if it wasn’t kinda peaceful.
Thanksgiving is also the anniversary of my father’s death - and memories surrounding that relationship usually leave me feeling pretty empty and worthless. My alcoholism really took off not long after he died - and it continued to worsen for years, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It’s easy to drown in the wreckage of the past.
I can’t say that I didn’t think about him today, nor can I say that I didn’t miss my Mama. Tonight hasn’t been fun. I can say this though - I spent the morning in my own house in front of the fire, drinking coffee and watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade with my wild, giggling little boys. Those hours with them? Maybe the best holiday experience I’ve ever had - and I never would have had it if I was still drinking. In fact, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have a Mama anymore had I not quit. I was headed quickly for the grave. As it is, they are happy, healthy little fellows who do not remember me as a drunk. Today, that is at the top of my gratitude list.
Y’all have been with me every step of the way. I am forever grateful for these boards and the friendship and love I found here. Thank you.
Today’s Thanksgiving was totally different than it’s ever been, but still lots of love was found today! I also loved reading this thread-thank you all for sharing.