Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A Sad Easter

I felt so sad this Easter.
This Holy Day is one of my favorites. I love Easter Bunnies, Easter Baskets, chocolate everything and Easter dinner with family and friends. I love hiding Easter baskets and watching as someone tries to find them. And I love hunting for my own Easter basket full of surprises. None of that happened this year.
Mom couldn't remember what Easter is. She had no idea what it meant or what we should do. All she knew was that we were possibly going to Mount St. Helens for an early dinner if the weather permitted.
Martha informed us about a week before Easter that she was invited to some friends. Just when I think things might be going well between us, she again dashes all hope by being selfish and self-centered. Did it occur to her to say no, she would rather be with her family? Nope.
So on Saturday, after Mom's hair appointment, we took a trip south to Woodland, Wash., where brightly colored tulips enhanced the blue sky of a beautiful Western Washington spring day. The flowers were all the colors of the rainbow and more. After arriving home, Martha came with an Easter basket with some chocolate candy thrown in it - at least that's what it looked like. It looked as though she thought of A basket - yes, one basket for two people - at the last minute and threw it together. As she and Mom visited, I went outside and planted part of my garden. I pulled weeds and dug it up and planted peas, pumpkin, lettuce and spinach. I was sore and ached, but it was a satisfying ache.
And on Sunday, the day dawned gray and dreary. My mood matched the weather. I could've made it more festive, but I didn't and now I feel guilty for not making it so that Mom would enjoy it more. Instead, it was a quiet day. I cooked supper and we watched some TV and then we went to bed. Not the best Easter I've had.
However, the weekend forecast looks good and my hope springs eternal that we will be able to go to Mount St. Helens and sit out on the deck of the Fireside Grill and look at the mountain that blew her top almost 31 years ago.

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