My Dad's presence is missed every single day but on Thanksgiving it hits hard. He enjoyed Thanksgiving just as much as I do. I always made my Dad his own little ramekin of stuffing (without onions; he despised them), which I enjoyed doing and miss doing. Isn't it crazy how the smallest detail like that can be such a big memory? After dinner and lots of wine we would always turn up the tunes and sing and dance. He had an amazing voice and could also bust a move. I really miss that, so I plan to do just that.
I wish you a beautiful day with family and friends making lasting memories!
And to my sister Wendy, nephew Noah and J'aime. We wish you were here!!!