Easter Again…

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.




  1. Last Friday was Tamil New Year for me and Saturday was Bengali New Year for my son’s mother in law. Both homes celebrated in our own ways and yesterday both families got together for a grand dinner at a very popular restaurant serving Maharashtrian cuisine which is the local fare. Advantage of living in India!


    • It’s always a privilege to get together with loved ones, isn’t it? I am also thankful for the telephone and social media which brings us together over the miles. I.E. yesterday I talked with my oldest granddaughter on Facetime. It was like being with her – except I would love to have wrapped her in a huge hug. And I remind myself to be grateful for all the little graces in my life.


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