We would gather on Easter for a family meal. Everyone local would attend and the house was full.
I don't remember many specifics, except the colored, boiled eggs, the baskets of candy and the smiles.
Most are gone now: my grandparents, my parents, all my aunts and uncles and two brothers. They've moved on, yet I remember their smiles.
It's good enough.
The love and laughter and smiles. We remember what is important.
ReplyDeleteI miss them most on days like these.
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