When I look back on Easter (just like any other religious holiday that includes family gatherings) from the time I could start remembering to about the age of 13, it was an okay holiday. I remember going to my maternal grandmother's and finding the Easter basket (that was loaded with candy) and then hunting for plastic eggs (that were stuffed with candy or money) and feeling sick by the time we went to church. My grandmother totally believed in letting me indulge on candy on Easter!
But then, we reached a Dark Period where we didn't go to that grandmother's house anymore for Easter, instead we went to my paternal grandfather's mother's house (too many apostrophes?). I hated spending Easter there! There aren't many things I use the word 'hate' with, but I hated going there for Easter and I hate ham. My great grandmother was an extreme gossiper, very petty woman, and put ham in everything. Her house wasn't exactly kid friendly either so it was boring and full of ham. My great grandfather was a quiet man, I don't recall really having conversations with him (or his wife) like I did my other sets of great grandparents.
I made it out alive though, that's what counts!
But now, Easter is a day where I reflect on how far I've come in life, what's to come, and what has been done for me. I hope that Easter is a day for you to reflect, as well as spending time with family. But I also hope it's a time for non-believers to wonder what the heck these Church People are up to!
Okay, it's time to go not eat ham... HAPPY EASTER!
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