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Reflections on Thanksgiving
location: Home
mood: 
peaceful
peacefulI really enjoyed watching the kids play, and I am certain that Liz would have been happy to see them playing too. I didn't feel like I needed to watch over Caleb, and I actually felt like I had some adult conversation (a rarity these days).
As for the getting choked up, the first time was when I was eating the absolutely fabulous sweet potatoes. I exclaimed that the sweet potatoes were fantastic. Evan's sister-in-law had made them, and I was a bit surprised because I don't think of her as a cook necessarily. To be fair, I don't know her that well, so I'm not being judgmental here - I just think of her as a take-out kind of person. Anyway, she said that she used Liz's recipe, and I nearly choked on my sweet potatoes. Liz made the absolute best sweet potatoes on earth, and it was strange for me to think of someone else being able to reproduce them. After my choking, I was able to thank the sister-in-law for making them and tell her that it meant a lot to me that she used Liz's recipe. The second time I got choked up was my own fault. I have been meaning to ask Evan's aunt for a copy of what she wrote for Liz's memorial. I asked, and of course the aunt wanted to talk but not talk about it. She was happy to send me a copy (I hope to receive it soon!), and we both got a bit teary-eyed and agreed to stop talking about it. Then she thanked us for helping everyone through this. I don't know what she means. We've all plodded through "this" together, helping each other as we could. I don't feel like we've done anything particularly special to help. Aaron perhaps has, but me? Not so much. I've run away and avoided like the repressed scared individual that I suppose I am.
Anyway, we really did have a good time with the family. I think we can build upon the tradition. Liz would like that.
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