Post Thanksgiving

My stepfather and I had a really good time. We talked a lot about my mom.

We both commented on how we were sure that she was sitting with us in her green rocking chair - that still has the shawl that my sister made for her resting on it. It serves as a place marker for where she is in spirit and where she should be physically.

We both teared up in our reminiscing.

We talked about how they met, and all of the dreams that she wished would come true the first few days after she was diagnosed. He was proud that of her original list of things she wanted to do - that she did them all. And we talked again about how she never got to go Antarctica - but I must admit that the idea of going there probably sounds better than actually being there.

She lived again tonight - spent the evening with us. And I think I needed a Thanksgiving in which I was able to talk about how much I missed her - and to hear my father figure tell me how proud he is of me - and I know I couldn't have done of any of this without him - or her.