Sorry to start on a downer, but Easter has rarely been entirely memorable for all the right reasons for me (you know family, relaxing times, friends, good food, just the right amount of good quality chocolate).
It’s not that I’ve never had a ‘good’ Easter, but the memories feel few amidst the mostly ‘bland’ and some downright not-so-good Easters.
We put so much emphasis on Easter – almost as much as we do on Christmas – to be a special time of holiday celebration, and it always feels so necessary as a recharge a few months into the year.
I’ll never forget a heart-broken Easter, when I was dumped by a boyfriend a week or so before, then had to have my Mum accompany me on one hour-plus drive to a job interview a couple of days later, because I was too upset to keep myself together. Needless to say I didn’t get the job. And Easter wasn’t exactly happy.
There was another Easter, when I was working in media, living in Brisbane and drove the hour or so down to the Gold Coast to meet friends and go to a Jimmy Barnes concert that Easter Saturday night. This was in the days before mobile phones (really showing my age) and I was held up at work, arrived later than I’d hoped, didn’t connect with my friends and had to head to the concert on my own. Fortunately I found some other people I knew, but never managed to find the friends I was supposed to be staying with. Then my bag got stolen, with my wallet and the keys to my car, of course! Fortunately one of the guys I knew stayed with me, walked with me the 5km back to my car because there were no cabs, managed to break into the car, where we tried to get a couple of hours sleep until an emergency locksmith could arrive to cut a new key. Then I had to drive back to Brisbane, dropping into my grandmother’s house for a quick shower (and a sob) before heading into work for Easter Sunday.
Epic. Easter. Fail.
Amongst our nine IVF failures, there were two times when the bad news arrived on the eve of Easter, and celebrating seemed too hard. Easter Fail again.
Between working all or part of Easter myself in the early days, to hubby seemingly working at least part of most Easter breaks since (as a firefighter), we’ve seldom been able to plan camping trips or other short breaks away. This year hubby works Easter Sunday and Monday.
I have a distinct memory that mostly when we did go away for Easter as a kid it rained – not just a little bit, but often torrential (especially when we were camping). At least my memories are mostly soggy ones.
But before I put anymore of a damper on Easter, I should mention some fond memories – last year we managed to get away for two nights camping with my sister and friends and had a lovely time, even if we had a few sprinkles. When we lived in Canada in 2011 we had a cold (and still soggy) spring Easter – lovely new-found friends invited us, and my parents who were visiting, to their family cabin by the lake for an egg hunt and hot dogs over hot coals.
Last Easter – pretty perfect
If you (as I do) consider the religious meaning of Easter I reckon it is appropriate for Easter to feel both ‘good’ and ‘bad’. The death of Jesus on the cross on Good Friday is a sorrowful occasion for Christians, the sadness replaced by joy with His resurrection on Easter Sunday.
Easter contains both the sadness and disappointment that is part of life, as well as the hope and joy that we celebrate. The happiness is more profoundly felt because it follows sadness. Death is followed by new life.
So I guess that’s what Easter is for me – a reminder that life isn’t perfect, but it can still be imperfectly wonderful.
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