I lived with my cousin and his wife. In their basement. I took care of their dog, who gave me some soulful therapy. Miss that crazy dog.
I was so nervous to be with all of my family during Thanksgiving as it was my first family event post-breakup #1 (remember...my ex and I got back together the following January....). I didn't want to talk about anything about the breakup. I was scared if anyone said something that I would just fall apart.
Everything went perfect. I was with my family again.
I just can't figure out how that was only four years ago....and not ten...or fifteen..
I miss my grandpa every.single.day.