PAINFUL REMINDERS FROM THE PAST...NEVER STOP HURTING.
The incident occurred in 2015….one day before Easter. Each year….as the anniversary of the incident approaches, I can’t escape the sadness.
I once treasured long-ago memories of my two little girls dressed in matching-pink Easter dresses, carrying hand-decorated baskets, and joining other happy children for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. God only knows….
I tried to be a good Mother, even when there was never enough time or money.
In earlier days, I thought of Easter as a happy occasion. I loved decorating baskets for my daughters and filling
them with the traditional peeps, chocolate eggs, jelly beans, and all things sweet and wonderful. So, when my grandsons came into my life, I wanted to enjoy the same with them but…evil had other plans.
This is what happened in 2015….one day before Easter. Remember, there are no coincidences in my life:
stop the tears. Yesterday, the day before Easter, I noticed one of my precious boxwood plants had died. Armed with my trusty shovel, I began digging around the base of the plant to remove it. As I lifted the dead plant, a yellow plastic Easter egg dropped
from the loose dirt and landed beside my foot.
It took only a second to remember five years earlier, when I’d played Easter Bunny to my two grandsons.
Apparently, I’d hidden the little yellow egg too well…. so well…. it hadn’t been found….until today, four years later. I opened the egg and four quarters fell to the ground accompanied by a "Bunny" note. The note, handwritten
by me, said “I will always love you, Gigi."
It was our last Easter-- together. Two months later, in 2011, my oldest daughter and her husband ripped my grandsons
from my life....and from my heart.
One yellow egg came out of hiding today to remind me of....what can never be again.”