It was Wednesday, November 25, 2015, the night before our last Thanksgiving together. I was talking to you and not too certain you could hear me. We listened to soft worship music. I read and sang to you. I held your hand. I cried and spoke with God. It was heartbreaking. You, my boisterous, force-to-be-reckoned-with, hip, confident Granny, were so still and quiet.

That night I couldn't help but think of the Thanksgiving a couple of years prior. I called and told you we were not going to make it to Dallas. I can't remember if it was Marcus or Kedrick who texted me "Man, now Granny talking bout' she ain't going to cook." I felt awful and loved, but mostly awful. I should have been there. Although I regret missing that moment and others, I will always be thankful for the time spent at your bedside in that hospital.

You loved to feed us; it was one of the ways you loved on us. On our plates, whatever the meal, we always had a slice of bread and sliver of fresh onion. (I am convinced you created my love for onions!) Thanksgiving has always felt like you to me, and it has not been the same without hearing your voice, seeing your face, or eating your food.

Today, I am certain you can hear me where you are in this universe. Know that you are missed and loved, always and forever, Granny Gloria Jean...

My prayer for everyone who is missing anyone this Holiday season is that you experience a profound comfort and peace that remedies the deep sadness and loss.

My prayer for everyone with loved ones is that you realize the beauty and gift in being able to talk to, see, Facetime, hug, kiss, cook for, eat with, and enjoy the people most precious to you.

Though it often has deceptively long feel, life is short.