My Last Thanksgiving with My Grandma
Today I drove to my grandparent’s house on Thanksgiving Day for the last time.
Something you should know about my grandma — she went all out for Thanksgiving. She and my grandpa hosted every year while I was growing up. Martha Stewart couldn’t find a way to make it better than she did. From the depression glass we only used at Thanksgiving to the pies made from scratch, she made it a special day and gave all of us amazing memories.
They haven’t hosted in years; at some point it became too much work for them to handle, and my parents took on the role of host.
In January, she was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. It’s a terminal diagnosis. As her caregiver, I’ve been with her at every appointment and it has been such a bittersweet year. She is stubborn and a fighter, but her cancer is aggressive and her time with us has grown quite short.
This year, I knew she would not be well enough to come to my parent’s house, and she wouldn’t have the appetite to enjoy any of the treats. I planned to visit and check on her, and remind her that it’s because of her that my Thanksgivings have been so wonderful.
