The first big holiday without my dad. It was odd not having him around…
My brother’s family, my mom, and myself all gathered at the farm for a traditional Thanksgiving feast. It was a good day with the little girls being obsessed with my mom’s new barn cats. The girls were both sick and puking rather regularly, but managed to maintain fairly good moods all things considered. My brother and I avoided any big religious/political debates, and we all chipped in to help with some chores around the place.
Not a riveting holiday, but pleasant enough.