Day 300
With the 10 month mark falling on Easter Sunday, I’m not sure I’ll be able to post that day, so Day 300 it is. Also, this week has been on the griefy side.
Being Holy Week, of course I’m recalling all the Easter Sundays we celebrated together, all the ways you supported me in ministry, and all the hijinks behind the scenes. We’d laugh about how the Easter bunny uses gift bags and forgets to remove price tags because of Holy Week. Sometimes that Easter Bunny would retrieve those gift bags from the closet after church before she collapsed on the couch. Whatever works.
Waking you up for sunrise service was always an adventure, too. But you got up and showed up. Shucks, you always showed up. That’s who you were. I miss your constancy and reliability. Note that I didn’t include predictability. When little miss let’s get there twenty minutes early marries mister don’t worry we’ll be on time, there’s never a dull moment. Hurry up and wait vs. I’m running a little late. I always joked that you’d be late to your own funeral. Turns out, you were twenty minutes early.
I’m getting through these firsts. Nights are still the worst. This Holy Week feels holey as parts of me are gone. I’m grateful to be wholly loved, a firm believer in resurrection, and for all that is to come.
Hope abounds. Take the Easter photos. You’ll be glad you did.