A long distance shoutout.

Our eighth Thanksgiving without you (how have we gone this long without seeing each other?), and I still have yet to go a single day of the year without thinking of you, missing you, loving you, wishing for you to be here, remembering you, talking to you, and feeling beyond grateful that you were mine.

I love you so much, Darkwing.  Happy Turkey Day to the biggest turkey we know.  (That's you.)  (You can blame yourself for my lame sense of humor.)

xoxo.

PS - I wish you were here to make your Yorkshire Pudding for Thanksgiving this year, just like you used to.  I thought that stuff was gross, but I'd gladly scoop it onto my plate, if it meant that you could be here with us.