Thanksgiving Blues

I closed my eyes, ignoring yet another call from one of the Starrs. I rubbed my scratchy, sore eyes and lay on my side. I called out of work today, knowing that I was losing out on good money, but I could force myself to go. I didn't want to be anywhere or do anything today

Thanksgiving was always an amazing holiday before my dad died. We would stuff ourselves full of food at my uncle's house at lunchtime then the women would all make a trip to all of the stores for black Friday deals. When we would get home from shopping, we would all eat again and karaoke and just have the best of times.

My dad's favorite song was Highway to Hell and he would belt it out, his face pink from drinking the afternoon away. My mom would even be there, smiling and laughing and just having an all-around good time.

Last year was hard, but I had James. He ate my sh*tty attempt at Thanksgiving food and hung out with me instead of being with his family. And he hadn't even called t