our first thanksgiving without him

our first thanksgiving without him

The drive, alone, was difficult... never thought I’d be traveling to a cemetery to visit my son for ANY reason, so each trip is hard... but I’m glad we went. Anya and I had a nice picnic right there at his burial plot. Lots of tears - it surely wasn’t the same as our last thanksgiving meal together... but this is the only way we get to be together now. We sure do miss his face. 😞💔😭