This Thanksgiving was different. Well, perhaps it wasn’t that different. Perhaps it was just me. Perhaps I just noticed the difference this year. Well, last year, Thanksgiving was at my house, which was a complete change. This year, like most years, we visited my mother’s. The difference with this year is that I did most of the cooking while at Mom’s, Charlie was helping a friend with his computer (Charlie did get paid, but it was Thanksgiving), and it was just me, my mother, and Lily at the house.
As the day went on, and I put together more and more of the dishes… alone, I was saddened by how Thanksgiving had changed. I was not surrounded by family. Not really. This wasn’t any different than my usual visit with my mom. My sister was moving into her new place. Her husband was with her. My brother-in-law and his wife (he remarried after my sister’s death) spends the first 2/3 of the day with his family and arrive just in time for dinner. They stick around for a few hours as they are pretty tired by the time they reach us. My brother, his wife, and their kids now stay home as at least two of my nephews work the day before Thanksgiving, and the day after, or Thanksgiving Day.
What used to be a day when the entire family came together is now a day of minimal family. What used to be an all-day fest is now relegated to a few hours.
I suppose it is a bit of evolution of family. When I was a child, we would drive the 5-6 hours up to my maternal grandmother’s and have Thanksgiving with my mom’s side of the family. That was a blast. Mom has a large family, and I had so many cousins. Oh, the trouble we could find without getting caught! 😀 But the same thing happened as all of the grandkids grew up and started lives of their own.
Now, I see it happening with my immediate family. Oh, it’s really been the last couple of years, not just this year, but it really hit home this year. Christmas is much the same.
They just make me sad. 🙁 I am beginning to not like the holidays. 🙁