Our Easter Sunday
Many years ago, Easter for my brothers, sister, and myself was a day of family, god, and giving thanks. Twenty some years later, I was wondering if it still meant the same thing. My grandfather and uncle have passed on and His wife is in a home for the elderly and I haven't seen her in years. I try now and call her once a day to say hello, but in the back of my mind I wonder what's on hers. For us it used to be, up and adam, morning for sunday service (dress, hat, and gloves), then brunch or back home to get ready for our large family lunch. After that it was spending time with our loved ones.
Guess it depends on how your raised...
At first I started thinking we were turning into that family that cares only about how things look to the public, then how they should be done and how we do them. My niece and nephews are great kids and as long as they know how we used to be made to celebrate the holidays. I believe they can choose for themselves. I've gotten worse this past year, with all the court battles and problems on teaching and trying to carry on how my grandparents believed life should be lived, especially holidays with family. We have had a lot of trouble with people and it has pushed us in taking the easy way out and not working for what is ours and how we raise our kids.
Happy Easter Sunday!
Well, all of my hubs are just things going on in my life or what I am currently thinking about. This hub was just a reminder to those who still know Easter Sunday as I do. A Holy Day. Food, Family, and Faith. No egg hunt, if you've been bad. Anyway, I am an Aunt and someday a proud mother and I have been through my battle with what happened to my family. We may not spend every minute together, but I know they are there. Happy Easter Guys!