So this is supposed to be the biggest holiday in the Catholic faith. But I tell you what, I sure as hell don't feel like celebrating. Call me selfish or whatever, I don't care. Spring and Easter are supposed to represent new life. Yet my son is gone. Holidays are a time for families to gather together. A huge piece of mine is missing. Longer days mean more light. Yet my world is permanently in the shadows.
I can't get any Easter basket stuff together, because it's not a holiday without him. Hunting for Easter baskets for just his sister and not him is just not right, not okay. I won't even be able to eat. Ham and potatoes were some of his favorite things to eat. I can't eat or even buy his favorite foods.
So while I'm forever thankful that God promises a life together beyond this realm, I think I'll just spend the day asleep, trying to avoid life in general. And if you want to help, distract me with anything NOT Easter.