I miss my dad today. I can't deny that today of all days. This was the beginning of "his season". It's been almost a year since he went home to be with the Lord. Sometimes it feels like it has been forever. Other times it sneaks up on me and seems like it was just yesterday. Some of the feelings came back yesterday when we found out that Wayne Haston had passed away. Too many memories of this time last year. Today we pass the "last of the firsts." This is the last holiday we will celebrate for the first time without Dad.
I don't think any of us realized how much Dad pulled this holiday together for us. He made the turkey. He made the stuffing. He brought the pies. He made the gravy......the gravy. Kelly and Mike volunteered to fry a turkey this year instead of the traditional baked turkey. We all thought that would be a great idea. Kelly called me a couple of weeks ago and said "Oh no. We won't have drippings to make the gravy!" So I volunteered TJ. We are making a baked turkey breast for Mandy and Terri since they love to "shread" their turkey. So we'll have drippings. TJ will take care of the gravy. Problem solved.....or are they? Kelly and I split up Thanksgiving dinner. They are making the turkey, rice, stuffing, sweet potatos, cranberries and rolls (I hope she remembered the rolls!). We are making the turkey breast, the gravy, the green bean casserole, the potato casserole, the rice dressing, the cornbread dressing, and the pies. Well at 8:30 last night I remembered that I hadn't bought the pies!! Well, one thing that I am VERY thankful for this holiday is the fact that Kroger is open Thanksgiving morning for morons like me! And I told them that I was thankful that they would give up their holiday to work for stupid people like me! They laughed. So tragedy averted.
As this holiday got closer, I began to miss Dad more and more. I have kind of moved into my own little pity party the last day or two (no one really noticed....I just got quiet) missing him. I thought about all of the things I wouldn't have this season. When we were little, we would wake up Thanksgiving morning to the smells of Thanksgiving dinner. At 6:00 AM (yes I said AM), Dad would put the Christmas music on full blast. We'd wake up to those glorious smells and wander into the kitchen yawning and rubbing our eyes. Dad would either have gone and gotten donuts or he would have his big frying pan out cooking us a big breakfast. All day long, we'd hear Dad singing to his Christmas songs.
Last night I went to bed knowing that my Thanksgiving would never be the same again. But of course, God had another plan as only He can. My dear husband got up at 5:00 this morning and began cooking. I woke to those same smells of my childhood. I snuck to the kitchen doorway and just watched him for awhile. For just a moment I was carried back to my childhood. There he was with pots in both hands and a big smile on his face. He was my dad. The only thing missing was the Christmas music. That was rectified by the time I got back from the grocery store (read about the pies above).
What I realize is that my dad is here with us.....in the food.....in the music.....in the traditions that we are so quick to cling to. I have not lost my dad. He is here in everything.
So today of all days, be thankful for what you have and for what you don't have. There is a much greater plan. You can be assured of that.
Happy Thanksgiving.....until later.....
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