Dear Children and Grandchildren, (and friends),
Yesterday I realized the this is Easter Sunday. Such memories!
In my life holidays have morphed into unrecognizable days that have little to do with the past. I remember Easters that had great spiritual or familial meaning. I’ve written about some of them. I know people who maintain family traditions until death do them part, and I admire them and perhaps even envy them a little at times.
When I realized my own lack of attentiveness this year, I added a twinge of guilt. No friends or family invited to dinner. No cards sent to grandchildren. Then I came back to my life of contentment.
Life changes. People grow up and move away. Traditions can be a comfort and sometimes a constraint. Whatever…
Because nothing has changed in my feelings since the first times I was separated from you: if you are happy…I am happy. If you are sad…I will commiserate and comfort, if possible. I don’t need to be in the same room with you to be with you. You are a part of my heart, my soul, and my life as long as I live and breathe.
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate – whether by faith or by custom. Happy spring to those of you who don’t. I woke up this morning with gratitude for another day with lilacs and trees and a daffodil here and there. I woke up loving you.
I hope you feel the same.