Gina has been gone a long time.
Even before she moved across the country, she left home for college. Once that happened, she stopped calling home for help dealing with the administrativa of life and she stopped calling home for money. She got a job or two. She figured stuff out. And, as I completely expected, she grew up.
But throughout her undergraduate career, she was able to come home for the holidays because she was only 60 miles away. Now, she’s 2,000 miles away and neither of us has the money for her to come home every year for the holidays.
I miss her a lot but I miss her a lot more around this time of year. First of all, her birthday also falls right around Thanksgiving. Then, too, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and there was always a certain amount of dinner-making bonding (with singing, of course … there must always be singing) among the ladies for this holiday.