This past Thanksgiving we marked one year without my bil. There are days I can't believe it has been a year. Days were it feels like yesterday. I think back (a lot) to Thanksgiving last year. We were over at my in laws and really enjoying the day. It was our little guys first Thanksgiving. Hubby's niece was almost 4 months pregnant. The first great grandchild. We were all huddled around the computer trying to video chat with bil and his family. His daughters Firefly(4) and Ladybug(7) were just bouncing off the walls. We weren't able to get the live feed working. Bil would send video he recorded and we kept him on speaker phone. It was the next best thing to having all of them there. I remember about a hour after we started chatting,he said he had to go so he could make dinner. My first thought was stay just a little bit longer. Why I thought that, I have no idea. But I did. That was the last time we spoke to him. Two days later he had gotten an ear infection. Not a huge deal. Boy. Were. We. Wrong. On Sunday his health went down hill. He wasn't making any sense. He couldn't walk. When he finally made it to the hospital that night,he slipped into a coma. He never came out. Five days after Thanksgiving my bil was gone. The next few days were a blur. Family trying to get to Alaska. This time of year it's hard to get up there. We were worried about his wife and daughters. They decided to burry him up in Alaska and we had a service down here for the rest of the family. I dream about that Thanksgiving a lot. Only in my dream,I make him stay on the phone. Kind of stupid. I know we can't change the past and our future is all ready mapped out. But still I dream that dream. We miss you Big Brother.
So for now that hat stays in our bedroom.