Easter Memories

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Today I am reminded of The string of Easter Days that have made up my many years. It’s funny how an innocent conversation with your 15 year old daughter can really get you thinking.

Easter has always been about church and God from the earliest Easter I can personally remember. As a young child, we would go to my grandmothers and wake up Sunday morning to a great big basket with fuzzy tiny chicks sitting on top. We would rip through our candy and get ready for mass. Later in the day we would all gather at my aunts. There were so many of us jammed into that tiny trailer but somehow it never seemed crowded. I guess you could say Easter was also about family. It was about the important connection we have with one another and how a change in one tiny part can affect the whole unit. When someone was missing, their absence was palpable.

As I got older and moved away the connection part stayed alive and strong. Although I watched extended family break into smaller units and stop getting all together, I realized that the older we get the more isolated we sometimes feel. We forget that belonging to something bigger than ourselves creates a place that we feel safe and loved. We forget that the people who came before us created those days of bonding because they were wiser and knew how important that connection really was. I longed for things to be the way they once were but had to accept family, as I once knew it, had become a thing of the past.

When you move around, holidays can be tough. We were so blessed to have the right people in our lives who made such a tremendous impact on us. People who had once been total strangers opened their hearts and their home to my family and allowed us to be part of their special day. I realized that connection goes much deeper than family and that all people, related or not are connected and meant to treat each other as such. We are all one big great family in a sense and sometimes we lose sight of that.

So today, I want to say thank you to all the people that made me feel connected in our hearts. Easter is a special day and a day we should remember that we are all important. We are all lovable and we are all worthy of respect. We are one and we are connected and that is worth remembering and protecting. Jesus died on the cross for all of us. Do you make the people in your life feel that important? What do you do to show them they matter?

Right Place. Right Time

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Sometimes, the right lesson comes at just the right time. Last night I walked upstairs and was furious as I looked down on the floor and noticed not one, but several gatorade stains all over the carpet. I was still pretty angry today as my son tried to make conversation while digging through his Easter basket. I couldn’t help but think he didn’t even deserve one on this Easter Day. I was already feeling sad that we would be away from family for another holiday while my husband was stuck at work.

Then, it happened. That lesson that would open up my heart and help the anger fade away. While we we’re praying in church this morning for parish intentions, the mention of a little boys passing just about brought me to my knees. As the tears filled my eyes I couldn’t help but think although carpets are replaceable, a four year old boys life that has been ripped away by cancer is not. What a powerful lesson that immediately forced me to see last night and this mornings events in a new perspective.

This little boy was diagnosed over a year ago and every week the priest would mention him during intentions. Although I never knew him, every night I would include him in my prayers. I guess hearing of his passing was bitter sweet for me. I can’t help but shed a tear for the pain of those loved ones that will have to go on without him. But now, his pain and suffering has come to an end. I can’t help but picture him smiling above us. Fly little guy, fly. And today, I will count my blessings…