Easter Sunday was no different. A bit of sewing. Check in on the computer. Read. Rest. No phone calls. No invitations. It was just a day like so many others. It was the first Easter that I didn't get to do an egg hunt. No ham dinner. I had tried to have my good bye to the house party the week before, and turn that into our Easter, but not everyone was able to make it. Easter Sunday made me realize even more how alone I am, and I am thankful that I packed so many projects, they have kept my mind from thinking about where I am and how it is that I got here.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Day Three
Easter Sunday was no different. A bit of sewing. Check in on the computer. Read. Rest. No phone calls. No invitations. It was just a day like so many others. It was the first Easter that I didn't get to do an egg hunt. No ham dinner. I had tried to have my good bye to the house party the week before, and turn that into our Easter, but not everyone was able to make it. Easter Sunday made me realize even more how alone I am, and I am thankful that I packed so many projects, they have kept my mind from thinking about where I am and how it is that I got here.
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