My dear, sweet grandma passed away this week. It's all I can do to wrap my head around it. Ironic that it was right before Easter. I spent every Easter at her house while I was growing up. She always had a big egg hunt for all the grandchildren. They had a huge backyard, lots of flowers and big trees. Our yard now reminds me of that, less flowers unfortunately. All of the families would get together for dinner and an egg hunt. The last time I spent Easter there ended in a big water fight. My cousin and I were soaked and we ended up wearing my grandpa's shirts home.
I told my husband that in her memory we were going to do a big egg hunt for the kids tomorrow, just like hers. And we will plant some flowers.