This weekend is Thanksgiving weekend (in Canada)! I’m going to be here in Vancouver by myself for the holiday, but that’s alrighty with me. And when I say “by myself”, I’m talking about with my immediate family. Everyone else is going to be up in Grande Prairie.
While I won’t be seeing family, I will be attending a Thanksgiving dinner Saturday evening at the nerd cafe down the street. It’s going to be amazing! This is the fifth year they’re doing it and I’m told that everyone leaves stuffed so much that they can barely breathe! In fact, the owner started preparing some of the dishes today and will continue through the rest of the week. It’s cray.
I was talking with a few friends about Thanksgiving earlier today and while sharing our usual family traditions and favourite dishes at dinner… I was reminded of my Grandmaman. She passed away this past March. She introduced many recipes to our family, one of which I really like and especially connect with this time of year. It’s a broccoli casserole that we call broccoli puff.
It’s been said that major loss and grief will take a full year to work through completely. As you go through every season, memories and feelings come up that might not have been resolved before. Thinking about my family’s annual traditions at this time of the year is doing just that. I mean, I have sorted through most of the issues I had around her death… but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a little sad or mixed up.
Every thanksgiving, Grandmaman would join us for a large dinner at our house. It had become a bigger deal over the last couple of years because she would need more and more help trekking over with her oxygen machines and whatnot. I cherish those memories.
And now I don’t know what to say. A blog post isn’t necessarily the best place to work through these kinds of emotions. Especially when I’m tired and have to turn off my screen asap.
Have a fun Tuesday, everyone!!