I’ve been reminiscing about past Easter’s. When I was a child I often got a duck or baby chicks for Easter. As I got older, I would go with my best friend to sunrise service at church. They served breakfast and then we would return later for Easter services. I miss those days but glad I have the memories. When Troy was alive we would go to mass on Easter and sometimes go out to eat afterwards. We sometimes attended Easter Vigil too. Those days are gone but I’m thankful I can reflect on them. I’m sure Ashley remembers the Easter egg hunts we went to. It was fun watching her hunt for the eggs. I’m thankful for the true meaning of Easter.
Jane is a Widow 