I hope that everyone had a beautiful Easter weekend. The weather here was picture perfect! We had a wonderful crowd at church yesterday morning and our little handbell choir even did a fair job Yes, I play the handbells. We are the “Dead Ringers” – ha! We are definitely amateurs but we ring those bells with lots of heart! I will have to admit that this holiday has been a difficult one for me. I really do not know what has made this week more painful than some others but grief never does seem to be predictable. Last week was also the “anniversary” of my dad’s death and funeral; perhaps my grieving has been compounded. I’m not sure but I do know – for sure – that Easter and all that is means…Christ’s victory of death!….gives me real hope – and I try my best to cling to that hope during these extra difficult weeks. I was talking with a woman at the store the other day who was brokenhearted for her friend that had just moved her husband to an assisted living facility. He was suffering with Parkinson’s and has Alzheimer’s. I hurt for this lady as well as her friend and her husband. Alzheimer’s is just such a devastating illness. As I thought about him later, I began to thank God for my memory. Sometimes, I confess the memories can, indeed, be painful. How I long for loved ones..and even for times that were precious but are not just a memory. Oh, but the truth is…those memories are such a wonderful gift. I treasure them and love to rehearse them in my mind. I pray that I will have them with me for my lifetime – and that they will remain vivid and clear and real. I also want to purpose to work at creating new – just as precious – memories. As much as I cherish the memories of yesterdays, they are not today. And there is much to cherish about today as well. As a grieving mom, it is one more learning lesson – the perspective of memories. It’s a tough one, no doubt, but I’m working on it.