The Kisa and I try to spread our time evenly between our families, especially when it comes to the holidays. It isn’t always easy. His are within a short distance and mine are a trek away. Out of laziness we spend more time here than there. But, like I said, we try to be fair. This year we are supposed to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas in Maine. Not a big deal considering we haven’t been way up north in over two years. My memory is hazy; I don’t remember where we spent Thanksgiving three years ago. Must not have been all that thankful but I’m sure it was in Maine.
So anyway. I thought the Maine contingency would be happy we would be making our way to them this year. We told them earlier enough for plans to be made. Not so. Sister has decided to accept another invitation and mother can’t decide what she wants to do. Full of “we’ll see.” No one seemed excited to be together. Enthusiasm at an all time low.
I realize the family is going through some incredibly tough times right now and it’s hard to thank anyone for anything, but this should be a time for family. A time to be together. Rally the troops and circle the wagons, so to speak. A time to be strong for one another. “My back is sturdy and strong. Trouble me,” as Natalie would say. Instead, we are disintegrating. Falling apart. The heart doesn’t grow fonder with the distance. Instead it becomes dulled and indifferent. Avert the eyes and silence the soul. Fear not, for soon it will become easier and easier not to care, to just walk away. It will be simple to say thanks for nothing.