by Cynthia Marie Brannock
It was the year 1985, Good Friday and had just given birth to my son such a joyful time in a woman's life. Two days later on Easter my beautifully Mother pasted away from cancer and was unable to attend her service. I was so heart broken and a mess, my Dad had to do everything because I'm an only child/adult now. He called me for weeks and told me he wanted to kill himself which put a huge burden on me because I had just given birth and had a husband and a 2 years old. We lived 3000 miles from my dad and was unable to fly then.
I'm now divorced my kids grown . My Dad pasted away 4 1/2 years ago. To make a long story short. The grief is so great at Easter time I just want to hide in a dark cave and just cry until I can't cry any more. With no brothers or sister I have no one to turn to. God just isn't there this time of year for me. Every where I turn it's Easter flowers, Easter candy, Easter dresses , Easter dinner, family time. I have no family. Easter on the web, tv,and paper. I just don't want to be reminded of the death of my Mother, there's no escape from it. I'm so lost without her and the grief I feel I can't put into words. My life changed and not for the best.
This picture is my MoM and dad.