Two years ago Thanksgiving was on my birthday. And two years ago, and two days before thanksgiving, my older brother died of a short battle with stomach cancer. It’s hard to sit there for a feast, when my brother couldn’t even eat anything his last 4 1/2 months of life on a feeding tube. I can’t even look at a birthday cake the same. But each year you remember less of the pain, and more of the happy stories. It doesn’t get better, it doesn’t get easier, but you just keep living, and try to focus on the new things to be thankful for. And think about how you hope they’d be thankful for those things for you too.