I imagined this Easter to be much different than last year. I expected the grief to subside. I expected happiness in life and in the holiday to resurface. It isn't and it hasn't. I should be posting a picture of my two curious, (probably clumsy if they're anything like me) full of life boys running through the grass in their oh so cute, way too expensive cuddly Easter outfits with appliqued fuzzy lambs and bunnies in search of the golden egg. But I'm not and I can't. This will have to do instead. Perhaps next year.
Happy Birthday Sam T. We miss you!