Happy. Thanks. Steven

Since at least 2016, DT has spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.

My daughter and I would bum meals off of friends and family.

One year, my baby brother Steven (a chef), said he would come home and make us Thanksgiving dinner. We stayed at the hospital until closing. He didn’t show up. It broke my heart.

A few years later I finally told him how much it hurt me.

This year, he drove from KC and made dinner for us. It was the best. Not just because of the menu and deliciousness, but because of the love, laughter, and joy he brought to our family.

This was my first Thanksgiving without DT. There was no sadness or loneliness. This holiday felt good. It felt like DT was right there with us, proud and happy. He loved family. He would have loved seeing all the kids enjoying themselves. He would have talked trash with the rest of us. He would have loved it.

This year I had my first Thanksgiving without my husband and I was okay. My family came through for me. I love them and I don’t know where I would be without them.

Happy Thanksgiving ~ Thanks Steven. You made my heart full.