Somebody’s child is in the hospital today.
Someone else’s marriage is crumbling.
While the media is showing us pictures of perfect families sitting down to perfect meals, advising us to steer clear of politics around the table this year, the reality for many people during this holiday season is one of heart break, anguish, worry, sorrow…
We’ll run the gamut between not giving two hoots about turkey & stuffing & pies & Uncle Bob’s tendency to stir the political pot at dinner… and wanting desperately to maintain some level of normalcy by ensuring that the day happens just like it should. Because that’s how we cope.
Because at this point, all we can do is cope.
And hang on by our fingernails.
I guess all I want to say to you today is if you’re going through something awful: I’m sorry.
And you’re allowed to hurt amidst the thanksgiving hoopla.
It’s ok to eat more pie if you need to.
It’s ok that it hurts so bad you don’t even want to be around anyone.
Or to want everyone around you.
However you need to do this, you do it.
And I’m so sorry you’re hurting.
You are loved. Even while you hurt.
Even if you’re angry at the hurt.
Even if you can’t see which way is up. It’s ok to feel those things.
You are loved. And seen.