Turkey, Cornbread Dressing and a Side of Grief
By Yvette R. Blair T his time of year is especially challenging for me. November is the month when my mother was born, it is the month when we shared a holiday meal together for the last time, and it is the month when her health began to decline. Her last November on this side of heaven was in 2013. Though she made it to see April of the following year, the onset of grief started in November when I felt it would be our last Thanksgiving together. G rieving the passing of a parent who you love dearly is about the most exhausting pain you can ever imagine experiencing. Last week, I was talking to my best friend and expressing to her the renewed pain of what it means to be at five and a half years without my mom. She would have turned 79 last week, and this week we would have been making cornbread dressing, giblet gravy and sweet potato pies together. But instead, every holiday since 2013 has been with a side order of grief . I don't talk about it every day, but it does not m
