My mom has only been gone for 16 days yet, we have had to go through two holidays without her. Anyone that knew her, knew that holidays were “her thing”. She always went overboard with the festivities. Even as she got progressively sicker with COPD, she had a hand in making the holidays special. It did not matter what the holiday was. Today, Easter Sunday, was the first day I had gone back to church since the funeral. I really did not know how it was going to be. I got a little teary eyed a few times during the mass, but it wasn’t as bad as I had expected.
For many years, we had been celebrating Easter at a nearby restaurants. Everything was prepared and done for us. No one had to cook, no one had to clean, and it was easy for everyone. No one felt like going out to celebrate this year. Instead, we had so much food left over from all of the services for my mom, that we froze it, and then were able to eat a big dinner at my grandmother’s home instead. It was a nice, quiet, (well, quiet for our family), event. There were 22 of us this afternoon. We had a house filled with people, way too much food and lots of laughter. The kids had a big Easter egg hunt in Grammy’s backyard and we kept everything simple.
Because of her illness, my mom had been able to do less and less each year. Therefore we had some time to gradually get used to her being unable to participate as much as she had in the past. She was still always involved in the holidays and the preparations, but got frustrated with the fact that she could do so little. She was certainly able to remember how things needed to be though, and she had no problem giving directions to everyone else.