My beloved Granddaddy died at Thanksgiving, 1981.

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He was my best friend until he went on to Heaven when I was 22 years old.

The day has never been the same for me since.

I dealt with a grieving family today at my day job.

I know how they feel.

Thanksgiving will never be the same for them.

I miss him every day.

But, I miss him more on Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving will never be the same for them.