This is a wonderful piece.
The holiday season harbors a sweet contradiction. We gather around full tables. We feast until our stomachs protest, until we collapse on the couch in a food coma. We eat and we drink and we enjoy the bounties of the year, the gifts of our family and friends. It feels good, so very, very good.
And it is a simultaneously a season of longing. quiet moments masking an internal cacophony of regret and longing and grief and sadness. We miss the ones who are far away, the ones we have lost. The ones that are gone, the ones that were never here. We want things to be different, we want what we cannot have.
This Thanksgiving I remembered my friend, who died 17 years ago in a car crash. She has now been dead as long as she was alive. I was mourning her absence, feeling the echoing hole…
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