everything was dull. the flavours on the plates were dull. the conversations were dull. there was a lot of uncomfortable, repetitive small-talk and terribly awkward glances. everything seemed so fake without you, like a really bad dream.
this was our first thanksgiving without you. we tried to think of things we were grateful for but no happy thing could overpower the heavy loss hanging over the table.
in your memory, we had pumpkin pie made according to your special recipe, but it wasn’t very sweet this time. i don’t think it ever will be again. that particular pumpkin pie was the worst thanksgiving dish i’ve ever had.