By the time Thanksgiving came around, I had talked, emailed, and texted Demetri's cousins more than I truly wanted. They all, including Megan, agreed to help plan my wedding since they knew people who knew people and I, well I knew no one. At Thanksgiving dinner, I sat next to Demetri in silence as he and his family chatted away about old memories and the wedding of course. I was truly happy to be there and grateful to actually have a real Thanksgiving, but it was my first celebrated holiday since my parents died. Maybe I was being overly sensitive, but it struck a nerve. As I sat there, looking around at Demetri's family, I couldn't help but feel jealous. You could feel the love, the bond of each one of them. I had never seen Demetri be so engaged in a conversation. He laughed loudly at j
