Time Heals All Wounds…and Other Sucky Sayings

“They” always tell you it will get better. At this point, “they” are wrong. The second Thanksgiving without my mom was just as sad as the first. “They” also say that it takes 6 weeks to develop a new habit. If I’m doing the math right, just 40 more Thanksgivings until this feels right.

In the meantime, I made a pie at home instead of in the midst of the hustle and bustle of my mom’s busy kitchen. Right now, we should all be gathered around the table preparing for a raucous round of Jenga or organizing a SPOONS tournament. We should be talking about all the loot we scored on Black Friday. Last year, for the most part, the country skipped the traditional Thanksgiving gathering, but “they” act like that’s all in the past now as we have transitioned to a “new normal.” Slowly but surely, everything is falling back into place. Right?

Wrong.

I saw a post today that said it’s ok to cry and be thankful at the same time. At least someone got something right.

Empty Chairs, Everywhere is a personal grief diary as I process the loss of my Mother to COVID-19.