Thanksgiving went okay. Nobody cried or acknowledged that my aunt wasn't there. My grandmother didn't make the green bean casserole because it reminds her too much of my aunt. We didn't have stuffing either because my aunt usually made it. I felt like a piece of myself was missing. It was good to see my grandmother so happy for a while though. I love her so much. well, it's off to bed, i walked a 5k today and have to go to the fucking day program tomorrow. it's just another one of those things i wish i didn't have to do.