Another Easter Sunday

I remember that as I was getting older, I would be upset with my folks when they would say about certain occasions,” It’s just another day.”

Once again, Easter hits me hard in that my parents are not here with me. My nephew Greg bought me a white hyacinth-something I traditionally would have gotten my mother, and at least a little piece of my history is repeated. Of course, it would stand to follow that I am married to a man who is allergic to flowers every time someone give me some. Not a good call for a flower lover such as myself, but, ah, the price of love….

Kielbasa was a staple of my Easter, but I would be the only one who ate it. My husband would make a few stabs at it, but that is how it goes, If you haven’t been brought up with it, I guess, you have no ties to it.

So instead, I will hold a fire in my heart for Easters past. My heart aches for my parents, but hey,

“It’s just another day.”……

Right?

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thereisnosanityclause

59 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

2 thoughts on “Another Easter Sunday”

  1. Happy Easter my friend. Your nephew sounds like he has his aunts good heart and you are blessed to have him in your life. We just back from sunrise service on the river and as usual it was wonderful. At the service our pastor had put up a string of butterflies. He said they were a prayer flag. When I saw them, I said look Ron, Leah is with us. It was a wonderful reminder of our beautiful granddaughter. Hope you have a great day. Love ya!!!! Love Duch

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