For all of you who have to go to Thanksgiving day, I commend you.
For all of you who have to deal with family who don’t raise you up and celebrate you for who you are and what you’ve done, I commend you.
For all of you who wake up in the morning filled with dread, whether you’re getting into a car getting on a plane or simply opening your bedroom door and traversing the stairs into the din of Thanksgiving preparation, I commend you.
For those of you that today is the day of morning and loss for the family used to have, I commend you.
For those of you who are filled with excitement and jubilation at seeing the family, you have either by birth, or by choice, I command you.
For those of you who are waking up today and it’s a Thursday, I commend you.