
Thanksgiving has always been a weird holiday for me. Especially since the past few years I've become increasingly aware of how things I have grown used to mean different things to different people; the fact that many Native American people treat Thanksgiving as a day of mourning is certainly something to make me stop and think. My feelings for the holiday are conflicted. I know that I am lucky and that great tragedy and pain has led to me being able to have the life I have today. It's not that I feel less thankful, it's that I feel the weight of the path that led us here more. If anything it makes me feel like I appreciate what I have more. It's a hard subject to think about.











