Easter

Is there anything that any of us did that is unforgivable?

I woke up sad this morning. I know it’s about Jesus being our savior. I should be rejoicing, but I can only think about what I’m missing now.

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I’m missing Mom. I miss having a family that would gather around the table to enjoy each other’s company and put aside any differences for the day.

I miss Dad hiding the Easter eggs for all his grandchildren in the backyard. I miss watching all the cousins laughing, playing together, and ensuring the youngest cousin found a few eggs.

I miss my siblings and sitting around the kitchen table talking with them. I wonder if the next time any of us get together will be at one of our funerals.

Will we even get together? It seems that all that is left is anger, disappointment, jealousy, or indifference.

There are lots of unspoken emotions that I don’t understand the undercurrents of. I don’t understand this withholding of love and forgiveness.

Is there anything that any of us did that is unforgivable?

I miss the food Mom made. Traditionally, it was a glazed ham baked with pineapple and cherries on top, followed by baked beans. Mom also made scalloped potatoes.