<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Last week we talked about the importance of finding <strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">supportive spaces</strong> when we&rsquo;re grieving over the holidays. This Thanksgiving offered me an opportunity to find these <strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">spaces</strong>. 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 <strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">supportive spaces</strong> in a few places: sitting outside with my bare feet on the ground, sharing my grief with my family members, and including my dad&rsquo;s memory in our gatherings. We toasted him, shared stories, and wore some of his clothing. These <strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">supportive spaces</strong> helped move some of my grief and I&rsquo;m grateful. </span></p>