When I started to write this post, I sat down and thought of all the directions I could take it. Do I want to focus on the religious aspect? Maybe the celebration aspect? When I got quiet with myself, I decided to focus on the family aspect.
I don’t talk about my family much…besides Pop. Pop is a superhero in my mind. But this Easter.,.Easter 2018…something happened that had not happened at Easter since my mom passed. ALL of us were under the same roof…not fighting…not clinging to hurts (Which I am probably the most guilty of all for doing)…just being with Pop. For Pop.
Let me back up. If you’re new to the blog, you may not know what is going on. Short version: Pop has pancreatic cancer and doesn’t have long to live. That is so hard to type. Even harder to accept. However, this is our reality. We are learning to accept it. Truthfully, Pop is accepting it the most gracious and strong of all of us. The man amazes me.
Back to Easter. The entire family (or what’s left of it on my side) and a couple of dear friends gathered. We were missing a cousin/grandkid who lives out of state. She was missed. The two daughters and two granddaughters and three life partners of all of us girls were there. Then there was the baby. He was there too. He made things joyous. I’m thankful he was there. It was just a beautiful day. Thank you God for beautiful days.