From my journal dated November 28, 2002:
Debra* invited us to have Thanksgiving Dinner with them. We should be leaving soon. Don’t know why we’re even doing this. None of us really want to go. We probably should have gone away somewhere or done something totally different.
We all just want this day to be over. It’s hard to feel like celebrating. It’s just hard to celebrate any holiday right now like we used to – like “normal.” Nothing is normal about this year. Nothing will ever be “normal” again…like it was. How can it be?
Jenna slept until 11:30. Joe has taken two naps today. My stomach hurts and I have diarrhea…from the stress, I’m sure. Yeah, sure…we’re fine…we’re okay. Not.
Got up this morning and made two pies, dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls. Jason wanted me to teach him how to make my cinnamon rolls this year. He loved them.
How are we going to make it through to the end of the year? I can’t even think of celebrating anything without our boy. I don’t know how to do it.