This Thanksgiving is the first Thanksgiving without my mom, G's grandma. That boy was the light of her eyes, her first grandson ... she took care of him since he was 6 weeks old - when I had to return back to work. She took care of him until he was 3 years old which is when her health started to decline.
After we prayed and before we started eating my dad asked G what he was thankful for and he said his grandma... and then he told my dad "abuelo, I really miss her but she is better with Papa Dios, right?" ... my dad's reaction was just to hug him real tight, just like my mother would.