Not so Happy Thanksgiving

Yesterday, I wished my family and friends a wonderful day. Saying “Happy Thanksgiving” was hard for me this year.

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. But this year, calling it “happy” just didn’t feel honest.

Am I thankful? Absolutely. I have so much in my life that I’m grateful for, and I recognize that. But that doesn’t take away the ache—the emptiness of a missing piece of my heart.

My sweet Schuylar isn’t here for the holidays, and that changes everything.

So if I didn’t say “Happy Thanksgiving,” please know—it’s not because I’m not thankful. It’s just that my heart is hurting.

I truly hope that everyone I love had a peaceful, joyful Thanksgiving. And if you’re also missing someone you love, I see you. I’m with you.

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