Day 109: Miss Easter

I’m not proud of this post and in fact it makes me sad to think that it happened.  The day after my grandpa’s funeral I crashed.  It probably happened for a lot of reasons but maybe it was just the first chance I had to not be responsible for anything.  I don’t know if I couldn’t or I wouldn’t but I didn’t get out of bed.  This was the first year that I have missed watching my children get their Easter chocolates and go on their egg hunt.  I can’t believe I missed that. I will never get that moment back. I was only up for a couple of hours that day, I spent it falling in and out of sleep and avoiding everyone.

It is possible that I’m romanticizing Easter a little much though.  Mostly it’s just greedy children fighting over who got more eggs than the other and throwing temper tantrums.  Perhaps my guilt is misguided.

I just thought about Frank.  Frank is scary as fuck.



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