What Thanksgiving Means to Me

This Thursday, my dad would have turned 65.

But 16 years ago, we lost him. He was driving the car.

We spend the day celebrating everything we have, but I can’t help but think about the person I lost. It’s ironic.

I never got to know him. There were too many things that needed healing after the accident, and this one fell further down the list. I was too young to know what was important.

It’s not all bad. There’s a lot to be grateful for. But I wish I knew my dad.

Happy Thanksgiving and happy birthday, daddy.