Beautiful picture perfect day with blue sky, and perfect temperature at about 70 degrees. Beautiful Easter service, and brunch with family and friends. A day to celebrate the resurrection. Then it hits me during service as we were singing songs- this is the first Easter since Scott passed. The disbelief hits me hard and fast. Tears roll down my cheeks, as we sing. Wow he really isn’t here, not part of this service, not these songs, not this brunch or this beautiful day! I step away to go to the bathroom and cry for a bit, then re engage myself. Couple of hours later when I’m sitting alone in my living room, I get a cup tea, look out at the beautiful green trees slightly swaying in the wind, and I let it out and Cry profusely. I cried, I listened to Scott’s favorite Hans Zimmer score, and I told him out loud how much I missed him. About 30 minutes later, I called a good friend to meet us at a popular hangout where we could be outdoors. I completely enjoyed the afternoon with some family members, my son S, and my friend.
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