Last Easter seems so very, very long ago. Here we are celebrating together at Ken and Ginny’s in 2019.
That Easter morning I discovered I had a problem…and it was probably breast cancer.
Oh, what a year!
But I survived. My mother is now in a nursing home and suffering with dementia. Sometimes she doesn’t know who I am. But sometimes–while we are Face Timing on the phone–she does know me…and those minutes are precious.
And who could have predicted that the country would be in self-quarantine this Easter?
This morning is sunny, though only 30 degrees. We have defrosted a bag of pulled pork and a container of baked beans. I will make coleslaw. We’ll make a stab at fixing some kind of Easter meal. I will miss our friends and all of the “what have you been doing all winter” conversations.
Instead we will watch Andrea Bocelli’s concert on YouTube at 1 PM. And then we will drive to Walmart for our scheduled 3:00 PM “grocery pick up” time. Just the two of us. Wearing masks and gloves.
I have decorated my fireplace hearth with Easter eggs and forsythia. There are daffodils blooming outside. It’s a different, strange Easter but it’s still Spring. And one more step closer to summer.