Turkey Day

Yesterday was American Thanksgiving. Turkey Day, my father always called it.

You see, despite us being Canadien, we always celebrated the American Holiday. Maybe, because it was a private family thing. THere was no extended family, just the three of us and whoever else we chose to invite.

Daddy'd take the day off work to watch football and I'd get to skip school. Mama would make a roast chicken and stuffing and all kinds of extras and we'd pick out on snack foods, anyway. I'd watch the parade with Daddy and a little bit of his football game.

It was one of my favourite times of the year. Just a special 'us' day and of course, yesterday I was thinking about him. As fate had it, I was in Castleton and my mom didn't have to work, so we spent it together. We even spot a roast chicken from the grocery store, it wasn't the same, but it was good.

I like the ideas of our old traditions going on without him, makes me miss him just a little less. THat way it feels as if he's still with us, sort of. We're still doing things he loved, things we used to do with him. It makes it better.

It's not the same, but it's enough.