Since my mother died not quite a year ago, I have not hosted any family events here at the house. I am blessed and grateful that my 2 sons are here and have risen to the occasion. We had Thanksgiving at one house, and Christmas at the other, not to mention in between get togethers. As I feel like I’m climbing out of a deep hole and beginning to see the light, I wanted to host Easter here. My kids and families and sister all came. Everyone pitched in to prepare the meal. We even tried some new recipes which didn’t necessarily turn out as anticipated, but that was ok. The experience was all fun. Somewhere along the way, I realized that the last time we were all together celebrating at the house was last year in May for my mom’s birthday party. It did feel different, but I wasn’t overly sad. I was mostly happy to be with everyone laughing and enjoying the time. My sister said she was really moved by the organ music at Mass yesterday and thought of my mom. The priest who saw her a couple times before she died shared the image of my mom playing the organ in heaven with all the angels. We all embraced that and talked about her and my dad together as she played music in the place my dad got ready for her as he always did. I was very grateful for the beautiful day that gave me hope for the future, resurrection of another kind.

I Found God today hosting Easter celebration.