Our first family Thanksgiving after my grandfather passed away was strange, to say the least. My entire extended family arrived at my aunt’s house, making an effort to be together for my grandma. First, a toilet exploded, creating a huge mess in one of the bathrooms and forcing us to shut off the water to the entire house. Then, the oven broke mid-way through cooking the large turkey my aunt had purchased for my two dozen family members. When we sat down to eat off of paper plates and cups to avoid dirty dishes, the back of my uncle’s chair snapped off, and he almost tumbled on to the floor. We decided that this was my grandpa’s way of making sure we all knew he was there, still creating havoc.