Easter was hard. It was the eleventh anniversary of the attack on Robin that resulted in her death three days later. I want to move beyond recognizing the anniversary dates of tragic events, but I'm not there yet. I tried in clumsy ways: drinking too much wine and then dropping and breaking the glass candy dish Bernice had given me as a birthday gift. Maybe next year will be better.
Saturday afternoon, I fell into panic mode, realizing I had planned nothing to celebrate the day with the boys. So, I rushed out to the candy store and got them each an Easter basket. That helped a little bit.