Last week we talked about the importance of finding supportive spaces when were grieving over the holidays. This Thanksgiving offered me an opportunity to find these spaces. The grief for my dad not being here for the first time bubbled up several times. When I was driving in the car by myself, or picking up my mom without my dad, or carving the turkey he used to carve. I found supportive spaces in a few places: sitting outside with my bare feet on the ground, sharing my grief with my family members, and including my dads memory in our gatherings. We toasted him, shared stories, and wore some of his clothing. These supportive spaces helped move some of my grief and Im grateful.