Easter traditions can change overtime. Today is Easter and most people would be gathering with their families. However, this COVID-19 is keeping them separated from doing their normal things.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not like most people. My husband and I do not celebrate most holidays. We celebrate New Years, July 4th, and Thanksgiving. I personally think that if I celebrated religious holidays that I would be a hypocrite since I’m not a religious person. My husband agrees with me on this.
Today I am thinking about how things have changed over time. Let me share some older Easter memories with you.
Every year for Easter the kids in our family would hunt Easter eggs. The smaller kids had their eggs easy to find while the bigger kids had a little bit more of a harder time locating theirs.
No matter if it was rain or shine, my Nana and Poppy made sure there was an egg hunt. I remember the golden egg that had $20.00 in it. Everyone wanted that egg because $20.00 was a lot of money back then.
Everyone would be dressed up which gave a good reason for family pictures. Even some of us were forced to wear the same type of dress so we could match our siblings. It was the worst!
I also recall doing Easter Sunrise breakfast with the youth group when I was a teenager. There was always some type of Easter service at the church. I love seeing the different outfits that people wore. I loved seeing the bright happy colors.
Over time things changed. Traditions changed. People changed. Life events happened. Some people stopped going to church. There were deaths in the family and those family traditions kind of went away.
For me, Easter is just another day. Most religious holidays are. But this holiday is different. It’s also the first holiday that my dad is gone. Things feel different with this death. I’m not sad like I normally would be when dealing with the “firsts” when someone has died.
I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing. I’m not surprised that I am feeling different about this one. I’ve mentioned before that this death is certainly different than the rest I’ve dealt with.
Things have changed and that’s okay. Feeling different is okay. Holding onto certain memories are okay too. I just miss spending time with some of my family. Holidays always reminds me of how things have changed.