Morning After
Morning after—the day after an event. That would be an accurate description for today.
We religiously observe Christ's death, burial, and resurrection every first day of the week—Sunday. That is when, according to the scriptures, the first century church celebrated it.
Jesus was crucified just before the Sabbath/ Passover, and he rose on the First day of the week (our Sunday). So, yesterday we did the same as we do every week. The lesson was on Jesus is our Peace, after which we said our 'have a great week' and our good byes, and traveled home.
Our fun times were scheduled for five-ish and later. Old Fuzzy and I had a large bone in ham and two home grown chickens, two white cakes, strawberries, baked potatoes, and dinner rolls and tea.
Everyone else brought their stuff and we ate like it was good. There was a little person's scavenger/egg hunt, and it was fun.
There are still enough children to make it fun to watch. The oldest grandchild yesterday was eighteen years old and the youngest was eighteen months.
A couple of families brought dyed eggs and at least one family brought some plastic eggs with candy. We have official egg hiders, which makes for an interesting time for everyone.
There is something valuable in families, and getting together to share food and make memories. Life is, if nothing else, memories. As I roll onward toward the finish line, I have memories. Not all are good, but enough are.
Sadly, with the passing of my dear sister a few weeks ago, there are fewer left to affirm our quaint times together. Of the three siblings born to my grandparents all three are gone now.
My aunt has lost two of her children, and had one daughter left the last I was aware. I'm the last left of my mother, we've lost one, and of my uncle's ten children all but one are left.
It definitely reminds us of the brevity of life. This quote is so poignant:
"The children have been a wonderful gift to me, and I'm thankful to have once again seen our world through their eyes. They restore my faith in the family's future."
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis/Quotes
