Easter this year is hard. Flash back 1989 ... Easter.... I remember looking at my dad's empty seat at the table. Almost the entire family was there afterwards. I remember the priest. I remember my mom's words. I remember being told my dad would not make another 24 hours. He didn't. He died the next afternoon. This Easter is the 27th anniversary of his death.
I have never hated any holiday more than I do Easter. I know what it means... Christian wise. But I still hate it. It's hard to make this day good for my kids when even to this day... I hate it. But I try. I like to think I do good by them.
God help me. God help us all.
Prayers coming your way.....God bless you and your family. Sometimes a loss never gets easier, no matter how much time passes. I feel sad over losses too, but then I think how much my loved ones are happy in heaven. I also know they wouldn't want me to carry around such a burden for so long.
ReplyDeleteNikki from Ohio