“Grief I’ve learned is just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” – Anon
When we got married, the “task” of melding families was easy because of my bride’s great love for all. Below is our niece, Hannah, and my grandson, Jon, at Easter time. How long ago, you ask? Well, Jon is now 32 and married planning a family this year while Hannah is twenty-eight and a business start-up lawyer in northern California. They became good friends and still are to this day. Thank you, my sweet Sue, for making everything so beautiful for everyone. You were one of a kind!
Today I know not how to act; we have no rain! The forecast says we may get some more drizzles tomorrow, and that is OK. Even though it will be Easter, we will be home, inside, stroking our masks, rattling our keys, and suffering another day captive to our homes.
There were two Easter miracles this morning. First, after getting on the bathroom scale and having it make ungodly sounds, screaming and belching out explicatives, and shaking like it was freezing to death, it finally, with resistance, indicated 201 pounds! Second, I was in Ralph’s market and I spotted several rolls of toilet paper just sitting on the shelf and no one was diving towards it yelling, “Come to papa!” It’s going to be a good day!