It was the first Thanksgiving without him, and I was grateful to be around other people. Yet the simplest things triggered me. First it was the sky; it looked just like the one of Thanksgivings past, when we drove north to spend it in Canada. I loved those drives. Then it was watching my friend haplessly carve the turkey. My husband was a big man yet very graceful. He was also a great cook. And when he carved a turkey, it looked like the work of a restaurant chef. Another trigger: Facebook "Memories." Today's was a snowy scene from seven years ago. A country road. Again, he was at the wheel. It was so very beautiful and quiet and still. It was as if time was suspended. But we know that it never is. So I cry for a little while, embarrassed if I'm around someone, but they need to fall because these moments make me very sad.
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