Cruel Summer
It has been a cruel summer. I don't even know where to start. I lost some big chunks of my heart these last few months. My great aunt, Margaret, passed earlier in the summer and it was a hard loss. She was my home away from home. She loved me so well and gave me so much of her time and attention. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because of her. I loved waking up and drinking coffee with her, watching the parade but talking over it. People in and out of the house for three days straight, all welcome and made to feel like family (related or not). I have countless memories of loved ones and warm gatherings throughout the year at "the big house" in Little Mountain. Most of all, I cherished the quiet weekends when Michael and I would just go up to sit with her and escape the volume and tempo of daily life. Maggie never got a Little Mountain Thanksgiving, and they will never be the same. Jeopardy isn't as enjoyable. Chinese food doesn't taste as good. Our last Than...