Happy Easter to Everyone!

Happy Easter? We are still in the Season of Lent.

Lent is a time of sober reflection that commercialism has subverted into another shopping spree.

I know that people mean well but to say a cheery "Happy Easter" to me on (or before) Good Friday is as out of place as saying Happy Anzac Day or Happy Veterans Day. At the very least, they simply have not thought very much about the events that took place in Jerusalem over two millennia ago and the significance of sacrifice.

Sorry about being such a killjoy. I am not my usual self right now.
I'm having a hard time with the Easter season because it's when my darling Dad passed away. He was in the nursing home for 2 years with that terrible Parkinsons Disease and only had a few days to live. He was at his lowest on Good Friday and the doctor said it was only a matter of time. My sisters and I stayed by his side waiting for the moment, but when Easter Sunday came, we thought he would make a grand exit but no, he held on for another 2 days because he knew it was my mother's birthday -April 12 and he waited until the next day to join her. What a blessed relief.
 
My friend's mother made that every year. I could never attempt it, so I miss it. I never saw it in the stores. Which is strange, since my area of CT is home to a huge Italian population.
I would never attempt making it. There are two Italian bakeries here that have it. They sell it by the pound and I usually just get a small piece.
 
I'm having a hard time with the Easter season because it's when my darling Dad passed away. He was in the nursing home for 2 years with that terrible Parkinsons Disease and only had a few days to live. He was at his lowest on Good Friday and the doctor said it was only a matter of time. My sisters and I stayed by his side waiting for the moment, but when Easter Sunday came, we thought he would make a grand exit but no, he held on for another 2 days because he knew it was my mother's birthday -April 12 and he waited until the next day to join her. What a blessed relief.
So sorry. My father died on the Fourth of July and, of course, I think about him more than Independence on that day. Still, I remember sitting with him his last night and hearing the fireworks, I told him it was the 4th of July and although he couldn't talk by then and knew he was dying, his eyes smiled and I could see he was pleased it was a holiday. I hope your Dad was, too.
 
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