I did have a happy Thanksgiving this year. It's been a struggle to have a happy Thanksgiving since my dad died several years ago. For many years, we celebrated with just the two of us. It's not that I miss him so especially on that day. It's not having a place to go or be that I didn't feel like I was a burden or someone's "good deed" for the day. The truth is that I have some great friends that made a point to invite me to their celebration and feel included. And perhaps it was ungrateful of me, but I never felt comfortable. I always felt like an intruder or interloper with the full knowledge that it was the opposite of what they wanted me to feel.
So the first thing was that I was grateful to be with family on Thanksgiving where I could be with family and not be the intruder. The traditions and foods were familiar, and there was no pressure to be or act in any particular way. A good time was had by all, and even the dog got a few turkey scraps (on the sly).
The second thing was being able to help out and contribute while I'm visiting my mother. Even though Christmas decorating was not ever one of our Thanksgiving traditions, due to scheduling and travel plans, I was able to help pulling everything out of storage and getting the tree set up. Now, she can decorate it at her leisure without stress or crisis. It was great to feel appreciated rather than being a burden, and make no mistake, she was liberal with her expressions of thanks.
(I should mention that I do have a step-father that is rather handy around the house, so I was physically helping him. Let me tell you, that tree was freaking heavy! lol)
Hope this beginning of the Advent season is going well for you.