When I was growing up, Thanksgiving at my Grandmother's was always a huge deal. The entire family got together - my mother has seven siblings, and all of my aunts, uncles and cousins were always there for Thanksgiving. My Grandmother woke up before dawn to start cooking the turkeys, and all of the pies and sides were from scratch. Two rooms full of food and desserts on a table near the porch - it was definitely a sight I'll cherish in my memory forever.
I don't know what it was about Monday, but it was rough. It's the first time Georgia made me cry.
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Oh sure, I cry pretty much every day because she does something cute, or learns something new, or grows out of another outfit. But yesterday was the first day I cried out of sheer…