Yesterday I wrote about the week of anniversaries for this new week.
Today is Palm Sunday and it begins the Holy Week leading to Easter. So although the anniversaries of my parents’ deaths don’t line up exactly, the memories of those holidays that year are still there.
The day my dad died in 2010, it was Palm Sunday. Palm fronds were in his room when we went there to sit with him until the funeral home arrive to pick him up. His funeral was on Holy Thursday and our funeral director hustled to secure a time, other wise we’d have had to wait until after Easter.
In her eulogy, my sister recounted a vision of my father entering heaven, like Jesus entered Jerusalem, with people shouting their love for him, so happy to see him.
That Easter Sunday, on the 23rd anniversary of my mother’s death, we gathered as we always do at my sister’s house to stuff ourselves full of kielbasa, babka, hardboiled eggs, and candy. That
So as I remember my dad today on Palm Sunday, I know we will all think of both of them on Easter Sunday as this week ties their holidays and their lives and deaths together.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 