Thanksgiving 2004 was the last time I saw my Granny alive.

Thanksgiving day at my Momma's house, then the Sunday after at Acton, at Grandma Edwards' celebration.  Maxine was there with her guitar; Maxine played while Granny sang "I'll Fly Away".  I sang with her.

I saw "O Brother Where Art Thou" a few months after Granny died.  My ex-husband and I bought the soundtrack; "I'll Fly Away" always brought me back to that day in that church  meeting hall, singing the song with my Granny that I grew up listening to her sing.

I had no idea that day would be the last time I'd hug her, kiss her cheek, feel her hand in mine.  I didn't know it would be the last time I'd hear her sing.  I didn't know it would be the last time we'd have a face-to-face conversation; I don't remember a thing we talked about that day.

I remember talking to her when we knew she was dying.  I asked her if she was afraid.  She wasn't.  I was.

Thanksgiving isn't the same without her.  It's still full of good food, loving family, laughter, singing, smiles, happiness.

But it's not like it was when Granny was here.