Nine years ago my family and I dealt with tremendous sorrow. Easter was the first holiday after my brother Mick died. We wanted to make sure everyone had fun so we all pushed ourselves to make Easter full of love and joy. We played silly games and had a beautiful meal and tried to set the darkness aside.
Last week I received a beautiful email from my friend Karen Gardner reminding me of that same Easter. Karen said that it was the first family event of ours that she had come to. Karen’s daughter Nina was studying in Europe so Karen was happy to join our family. She probably knew that we were struggling, but now what she remembers about that day was how she saw a welcoming family that was sharing all kinds of love and she was happy to be a part of it.
Although we’ll never forget the pain, time has helped take the edge off of our sorrow. I think maybe those dark days have taught us to alway search for the light, at least I hope that’s the case.
I’m wishing you all a blessed Easter.