Ever since I was little, my family has always come up (or down, depending on the year) to Paducah, Kentucky for Thanksgiving--even before we were living here in Kentucky. My aunt and uncle have a house there, and a few years ago, my grandparents moved there, too. It's pretty much been the same type of Thanksgiving every year: lots of people, mountains of food, chocolate chip cookies, and shopping. I've always been the only kid around, though, right up until my older cousin had kids of his own (who I'm now in charge of watching). That was probably the only thing wrong with Thanksgiving when I was younger, but looking back it never really bothered me too much because I had my nana to look forward to.
Nana. That's probably who/what I think of most when I think about this holiday. I mean, I know, there's my aunt, my uncle, their cats (who actually all passed away before Thanksgiving this year, which was kind of sad... They got another cat a couple weeks ago, though. Which was nice. :)), my older cousins, the extremely awesome food (This side of my family is Jewish; I think it's in our blood to make the best food around), my Grandpa... The list goes on. But my Nana's at the top. She's always been around for Thanksgiving, even the one time we had to stay home for Thanksgiving--she and my Grandpa came to us. I'm probably closer to Nana than a lot of other people in my family. She's one of the main reasons I have a love for books; she's always reading, and I think that when I was little I wanted to be like her, so I started reading what she read (including Harry Potter). Nana taught me how to find good deals while shopping, which sounds kind of weird and unimportant, but I think all you girls will understand me when I say that good deals are extremely important. She's always taken a big interest in my life, and she makes sure to keep up with things that are happening to me.
I'm going to share a funny story (or really, a funny quote) with you. So, last year there were some people who were kind of making my life harder than it really needed to be. Anyway, I visited my nana in the middle of it all and told her about it. This Thanksgiving, she asked, "So, Anna, last semester you were dealing with a couple of bitches. How'd that turned out?" Needless to say, I laughed quite a bit at this. She exaggerates a lot, and she's from New Jersey; cursing is one of her specialties.
Anyway, I know this was supposed to be more of a blog post about Thanksgiving. But if I'm being quite honest, there would be no Thanksgiving without Nana. For the past couple years, she's gotten more... disabled than she used to be. It's harder for her to walk now. This Thanksgiving, she talked a lot about what my grandpa would need next year... It was really hard saying goodbye to her this year. I just don't know what Thanksgiving would be like if...
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