We spent last Easter together in the ICU. You were not able to communicate but I sat with you. Our daughter spent the day with my parents. Your best friend and his wife came. They brought me a plate of food.
This year I have to go to the cemetery to see you.
Easter should have been different. You should have been here.
You should have been with us on Thursday during our daughter’s Easter egg hunt party at school. Since your best friends son attends the same school, you should have been there cracking jokes with your best friend.
You probably would have tried to get her to see the Easter bunny but let me tell you, her fear is real.
You should have been here Friday night when we dyed eggs with our friend and her son. You should have been the one wincing when our daughter dropped a cup of green dye on the dining room floor.
You should have been at the Easter egg hunt yesterday at your best friends house.
You should have been there to see our daughter play with her Easter basket this morning. Don’t worry, your princess got a basket fit for a princess.
If you were here, we would have gone to church where we would have done all that rejoicing and being glad. Our daughter probably would have worn a proper Easter dress instead of her Elsa dress with rain boots. This year Elsa and I opted out.
If you were here, you would have cooked dinner. You didn’t care for ham so it would have been some version of beef. We would have used our wedding china. This year I made ham and used the everyday dishes because I couldn’t bear to look at our wedding china and think about all the holiday meals we would not be having together.
If you were here, you would have eaten peeps and I would have told you that they were disgusting.
But you are not here and if I want to see you, I need to go to the cemetery. Easter went on without you but your absence was replaced with pain. A pain as large as your personality. Since you went into the hospital on Easter weekend, I get to be reminded of that weekend on the date and on the holiday. But all I know is that going forward, I get to think about what should have been.
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