Easter Sunday

I remember Easters when I was young. It always seemed so wonderful to me. Being from a religous family, we would all get dressed up in our new Easter dresses and head off to church (after finding our baskets, of course) and then take off to my Grandma's for dinner. And I'll tell ya, there were a lot of kids there (my sisters and brothers, and cousins) and all of us hyped up on candy. My poor Grandma! She was great.
Well, now I live so far away from everybody and for some reason Easter just doesn't hold the same excitement as it did so long ago. I dragged myself out of bed early today to get to church because it just wouldn't feel right to miss Mass on Easter Sunday. I talked to my older sister a few days ago and she said Mom and Dad aren't even having dinner today! I couldn't believe it! I guess it's because of the six kids in my family, two of us live elsewhere, one is still in rehab, and the other three have other things planned. I don't know. I sometimes wish I wasn't so far away. I was at my parents' house a lot when I lived in California. I went over there for everything! Now there's not much left. - I don't know what my son is doing today. I haven't heard from him for quite a while. I suppose he will go to his dad's house for dinner.
I'll just get to church and then I go to work. That's Easter Sunday 2010 for me. Quite a change from days gone by. But that's life.

Better get rolling. I'll blog again soon.