Easter is not an easy holiday for me. My older brother Donald had a motorcycle accident on April 1, 1983 and it was also Good Friday. He died a week later on April 8th and Easter has been just a little bit tragic ever since. This year’s Easter actually fell on the 24th anniversary of his death. So, I did what any smart woman would do. I armed myself with family, good food, and a couple of mimosas.
We had all the kids and grandkids over for a yummy dinner of ham, Parmesan mashed potatoes, asparagus and carrots. There was coconut cake and cheesecake for dessert. We had an egg hunt – inside due to the unseasonably cold weather – and an all around pleasant day. I loved how noisy and chaotic it all was, a sharp contrast to Easter 1983 when we were in the midst of tragedy and grief.
I have some close blog friends who have recently experienced personal loss and I just want to say things do get better. Not all at once and not always when you want. But it does get better. Time and family and love – those are the things that have brought healing to my life.