Dear Evy, Easter Sunday was an unexpected hard holiday. But during that day, I knew it was just a bad day. I knew I was being swallowed up by grief and doubts and questions but that tomorrow would be a new day and I could once again be on my journey through life. I’m glad …
I am having such a hard time today. Not sure if it’s because I reminded so much of you from last year or if it’s because I’m struggling with the meaning of Easter. Who would have thought that the pictures I took of you of the joyous Easter Sunday last year, would be used for …
Dear Evy: 