Memories of Easter

I remember the times my family would spend the day eating, hunting eggs, and just plain living the good life. This Easter was very different for us, we are missing one family member Daniel. Donald and I visited his grave Sunday April 12, 2009. I felt the hot tears running down the side of my face as I wished so much that I could hold Daniel one more time. Donald and I sat on the park bench and held hands as we both remembered the times we played with the boys outside on Easter Day. We came back home to eat our Easter Dinner just as Ray had come home from a turkey hunt. It felt so good to see him, to know he was home safe with us. We are learning how to cope without our youngest son, he will forever be in our thoughts each day.