I’m thankful for what I have and what I’ve had, and the luxuries I’ve been afforded along the way.
I wasn’t born rich, but I was born safe. I’ve never really had to fear for my life just walking down the street. I’m not sure how to be thankful for that without accepting that any other alternative is acceptable. It’s not.
Today I’ll be thinking of the people I love, the ones who are still here and the ones who are gone. I’ll be thinking of the carefree times and the difficult days and the friends and family who made both better. I’ll be thinking about how my grandma would have loved the pie I’m bringing for dessert. I’ll be thinking of the other families sitting down to a Thanksgiving meal with a newly empty chair, and how in some homes it’s incredibly unfair that those seats go unfilled.
I’ll be sending my love every which way this year and probably forever, and I am endlessly grateful for the option.

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