It's Thanksgiving morning in Missouri. After the return trip that wouldn't end, we turned around yesterday and drove from Abilene to Neosho. We met Matt and Jenna at Pappasito's (can you travel from Abilene to Missouri without a Pappasito's stop?), left their car somewhere, and drove up together. This is a tough time of year. We just passed the 10th anniversary of Megan's death (Nov. 21 -- I'll probably write more about that later), and it's around the date when my nephew Jantsen would have been 21. And yet we are all together. My parents, my brother and his family (who live here), one of my two sisters and her family (from Conway, AR), our family, and various other relatives. One turkey is in the oven. The other will soon be deep fried. Pumpkin pies are baked. Peanut brittle will be made (by Dad). Sticky buns were awaiting us this morning. Life is good.