Thanksgiving.

Family drama as usual: this year with participants fresh from rehab.

My Big Mama (Mommy Dearest’s mother) is my favorite person in the whole family. She practically raised us, my MD will argue this, but we were dropped off at Big Mama’s house every morn at 6:30 and picked up late in the evening around 6. We ate breakfast, lunch (when not at school) and dinner at BM’s house. She brushed our hair, fixed us up for school and picked us up if we were sick.

My Big Mama is a bit of a hypochondriac/drama queen. Every year is her last (enter the holiday/event); she keeps saying she is going to die, and to most this would sound odd but she been saying that since I can remember. Every time she says that, I tell her she will live forever and, if she does die, it will be a double funeral because I cannot live without her. She is the only one I get along with. I always joke that we could get a double coffin so I can lie next to her like we used to do on the couch when I was little and watch TV all day long.

This year, when I got to her house for Thanksgiving, there was a houseful of people and BM was in her room lying on the bed. She doesn’t like a house full of people. I layed down next to her and she started in on her shpeal of this is her last Thanksgiving, she’s getting to old for this, and she’s not long for this earth. Lately, I have been so stagnant feeling. Nothing has changed for me. I am stuck where I am. I told her if she’s ready to go so am I.