Today I decided to revisit a poem I wrote our first Easter without Dad. That was three years ago. Oh, how I miss him. Both lists continue to grow.

Lists

I know the joy of
celebrating firsts

Smiles
Steps
Words
Birthdays

The one celebrated
too young to remember
Only later seen through
stories and photographs

I know the sadness
of grieving the last

Birthday
Anniversary
Bear hug
I love you

The one remembered
present in tears, smiles
and hearts grateful for
memories held close

Happy Easter, friends! May hope hold hands with your grief. 🕊️💜🌷