Our First Thanksgiving

We had Thanksgiving yesterday at Mom's house.  Not Mom and Dad's, but Mom's.  We hadn't done a holiday dinner there in some years, as my brother took over that job from our grateful mother.  Dad never made a lot of noise or drew attention to himself at these dinners, as he said, "Eating is serious business."  Even so, the lack of his quiet presence was profound.  I guess I'd have to call it deafening absence.

Very much.  I told you we would.