I called my Dad yesterday and he wondered how I would celebrate Easter. I don’t typically. If I am a Christian, I am a reluctant one. My daughter has always celebrated with her paternal grandparents. She told me on Wednesday she was going to come to town for them. Bonus for me. 🙂 She asked if I would come along. I told my dad this and he said he hoped I would go. Because both of them encouraged me, I thought it might be good for me.
My Mother-in-Law made all this comfort food I don’t usually eat, but sweet baby Jesus it was good. Then we started rifling through old photos. We laughed from deep down. We had so much fun. I realized how much I missed them. They were a second set of parents to me. Since my step-mother died, Tess and I are thinking about the losses to come. And there’s a deep sorrow there. There’s also appreciation and love. I gave each of them a hug and told them I loved them. They are salt of the earth people. And have been very kind to me and loving to my daughter.
Namaste, my friends.