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Easter Sunday 2021
One year ago today was the last day we were all together with Mom.

Easter Sunday, one year ago today, was the last time all of us – Lisa, Donna, Jimmy, Chris, Mom, and me – were all together. Mom died suddenly 12 days later. My world has been much different since last April 16.
I thought getting through the holidays would be difficult but that some emotional relief would follow. Instead, the new year brought a sharp awareness that we’d entered the last round of first anniversaries of various last moments, all leading up the anniversary of Mom’s passing.
I probably knew this before, but I’ve learned all over again during the last 12 months that grief is not linear. Grief comes and goes, seemingly as it pleases. Once this first anniversary happens, we’ll then be in the countdown to Mother’s Day, and that will hurt.
In the midst of the sadness though, life does in fact go on, and happiness does happen, as it did this weekend when we celebrated Donna’s birthday. Mom would have wanted that.
Last Easter Sunday was a good day. We talked, laughed, ate a Bob Evans Easter feast, and looked at old photos together. None of us knew what was to follow in the weeks ahead. It still hurts to think about last Easter, but over time, I suppose it will hurt less.
Love you, Mom.
~217~