My childhood family may have fallen apart, but my mother is still here. She's in me, in my children. I still won't make that fancy lonely Thanksgiving feast like my mother did, but they're going to know how important they are.
Every way I turn, people and articles are warning me about the holidays. Is this the first Thanksgiving I will be experiencing -- celebrating? living through? -- alone, since my husband Robert died two months ago after a two-year battle with cancer.