I am remembering Robo’s last Thanksgving, our last Thanksgiving together. I recently spoke to a friend who is going through a rough patch with a dying relative. She told me, I keep thinking of things in terms of “last” as in last birthday, last Thanksgiving, last Christmas, etc. I told her not to thinnk of them as the last, but the best or the most cherished. And that is what Thanksgiving 2011 is to me, and always will be.
Thanksgiving was always Roberto’s favorite holiday, for reasons you can imagine: Food and football, a license to pig out and overdose on sports on TV? It doesn’t get better than that if you are a guy!
The menu was fairly simple. We were hooked on Giada DeLaurentiis and her cooking shows, so a lot of the dishes were Giada-inspired. For starters, I made a berry strada. Followed by tomato and green bean casserole. I also made cornbread with creamed corn and jalapeno peppers, rich and creamy. I had found a fresh turkey breast at the grocer and roasted that on my own (later I would come to rely on precooked turkey from Pappas and Honey Baked Ham Co.). Dessert was the traditional Chess Pie that he loved so much.
I couldn’t know then, when I was happily cooking for the man I loved that it would be a short two weeks later that he would be gone. I couldn’t know then that the Thanksgiving we shared in 2011 would be our last together. That no other Thanksgiving since then could ever compare, with him not around.
So this Thanksgiving, when you are gathered with your loved ones, don’t hesitate to hug them and tell them how much they mean to you. You may not get another chance next year.
Make THIS holiday the BEST one ever, whether it’s the last one or not.
My fondest childhood memories of Christmas morning involved “coffee milk,” presents and swearing. It’s usually what got me out of bed on Christmas morning. I wasn’t like a normal kid who got up at 3 in the morning to stake out the tree waiting for Santa to arrive, hoping to catch him in the act (or my parents in a huge coverup). Nope, I stayed in bed until I heard the cussing and smelled the coffee.
“This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!” ~~ Gerard Way
Let me just say, no, Gerard, it’s NOT. It looks to be damned hard to me, but worth the effort.
A Pumpkin Prison (And Prisoner). Found via DigitalBusStop.com.
Every time the new year rolls around, I am naievely hopeful. Hoping that the coming year will be better than the one before it. Generally they are, as all forward movement is usually a good thing.
But I can honestly say that when I ring out 2010, I will be kicking it’s ugly behind right out the back door. This was a year of quite a few profound losses for me. My cat, a few web design clients and an old beau. The economy is still slumping, and while I’m glad I still have my job to whine about, there were more cutbacks there as well. So 2011 by default has gotta be better than 2010.
Goodbye, 2010, I won’t be sorry to see you go. But I am sorry to see these folks gone…
First of all, I’ve resurrected my holiday skin, which I call “Deck the Blog.” And here’s some music to get you in the mood.
Still stuck in the 70s, but going back even further, is today’s love song, Tupelo Honey [link to MP3 removed by request] by Van Morrison. There are some interesting hidden or lost lyrics noted below.