Admittedly, this is a very hard post for me to write. I had to wait until the emotional roller coaster I’ve been riding (and anyone who knows me knows how much I hate roller coasters) offered a brief respite at a gratitude stop, somewhere between stops anger, disbelief, and I-can’t-get-out-of-bed.
At the suggestion of my therapist, I’ve been reading I Wasn’t Ready to Say Goodbye, and apparently, establishing new traditions is one way of surviving and coping with the holidays while grieving. We will not be having the Yoo-sorta-Thanksgiving this year; instead, Mom and Pop Yoo will be attending the Mora thanksgiving with us in southern California.
This thanksgiving, I am thankful that Fidel and I moved to San Francisco (literally – and yes, Susan, I’m using it correctly – next door to Susan) in June, and that I was able to spend everyday with my sister for four wonderful months. I am thankful that I was with her on the morning of October 16th. I am thankful for the beautiful relationship that is sisterhood, and that I had such an awesome sister with whom to share it.