Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving in my family has slowly degraded over time. When I was little, we would pack up and go to Madison, Mississippi where my grandparents live.  Everyone would be there, my grandmother, my grandfather, my cousins, my uncles, and aunts. We would work puzzles, watch movies, and all help out in the kitchen. I always loved to make my great grandmother's mac and cheese, so that's what I would do. I can remember looking around seeing everyone together, laughing. But it all started to fall apart.

People from our family have left and we haven't been able to be all together in a few years. I play basketball year round and sometimes can't manage to be there. We haven't all been together in almost five years, but the mac and cheese is always made. To me that mac and cheese is a symbol of our family. Everyone loves it, but it's only around once a year. At some point during the Thanksgiving holiday everyone will go to my grandmother's house to get their share of food. Whether its the left overs or the actual meal. This year it will be the same, I'll make the mac and cheese for 17 people because I know everyone loves it and will get some at some point.