We'll gather together around the farmhouse table.  Family. Eating. Laughing. Remembering. You see two of us mama's walk through this holiday with a deep ache.  We remember Thanksgiving's gone by. Days when we were all together. The table full. Now there are empty spaces. Cousins gone within 2 years of each other.  Place settings where no one will ever sit. The order of life interrupted and grief our companion. These children won't share in our meal. Our sons laughter will not ring throughout this farmhouse. Their sounds stilled in this life. Yet, we both are learning to ... View Post