On the Joy of Creating Holiday Family Memories of My Own

By James Prenatt — OTHER FATHER

This past Thanksgiving was the first without my grandmother. I feel a sense of guilt over that fact more than I feel sorrow, which made the event bittersweet. She had been the matriarch, the one who prepared dinner, made sure we set the table and correctly, and more importantly she was the center of our hearth, making sure we had a…