I love Easter Sunday and everything that it represents. For those who are Christians, it is the day that celebrates Jesus Christ rising from the dead to save all of our souls. It is a rebirth. It is a celebration. It is a renewal of the earth and the spirit inside each of us. You can feel it if you have ever known what “spring fever” is like. And then, too, we have the Easter bunny.
I have always observed a number of Easter traditions. We would all dress up in our new outfits
This year, Easter happens to fall on April 8th which has a great significance to me. This was the day on which my father was born. How he loved Easter and the small penny peanut butter eggs that you could only find at this time of the year.and head off to church the first thing on Easter morning. When we returned, we would hunt for special chocolate goodies hidden around the house and would also find our own Easter baskets that contained our favorite candies. Then we would have an Easter egg roll with the hard boiled eggs that had been carefully dyed and placed in the nest and these eggs would become part of Easter brunch. Of course, Easter dinner would have to wait until evening because of the excess consumption of candy during the day.
This year, Easter happens to fall on April 8th which has a great significance to me. This was the day on which my father was born. How he loved Easter and the small penny peanut butter eggs that you could only find at this time of the year. He would buy a whole box of them to share with all of us. For his birthday, he always requested a homemade German chocolate cake, made from scratch from a recipe that originated in Germany. That was it. He never asked for much at all.
My father died on January 2nd and on what would have been his birthday on the subsequent April 8th, something very magical happened. I met my husband, Kirk. It had been a really fun evening on April 7th and as the restaurant where we had been gathered started to close at 2 a.m., I made the acquaintances of Kirk and another now mutual friend. We all chatted for awhile outside of the restaurant after it closed. When I finally arrived home, as I was putting my key into the lock, I suddenly realized that it was my dad’s birthday and in my mind, I thanked him for the presents that he had sent to me on his birthday (my two new friends) and headed on in the door.
Never in my wildest imagination did I realize how true that thought really was. Kirk and I became really close friends over the next 2 years before we even started dating which we did for the next several years before we finally got engaged and married. I don’t know at exactly what point I remembered that moment when I had spoken to my father but I do know now, for sure, that my dad was helping me out from the other side.
Heaven knows I needed my dad’s help after I had married an abuser the first time. That person was my choice – the one that I found. I didn’t really think that I would ever want to make another choice again. As it turned out, I didn’t exactly have to do so. I know for a fact that my father sent Kirk to me and for that I will be eternally grateful. I thank him for that on a regular basis. But, each year as April 8th arrives, I not only remember my father’s birthday but also the gift that he gave to me on his first birthday after passing away. That is why Easter is just that extra special to me this year.
Barbara Jacoby is an award winning blogger that has contributed her writings to multiple online publications that have touched readers worldwide.