Easter week

Easter has never been the most fun holiday in our house. When I was little my grandfather went in for a routine operation was allergic to the anesthesia, went comatose and died on Easter Sunday.  It was fitting for him because he was a minister.  When I was fifteen my best friend died of a brain aneurysm in her sleep Easter week. I was supposed to spend the night at her house the night she died, but my grandmother was having surgery in the same hospital where my grandpa died  in the same week.  I went to see her instead.  God completely spared me from waking up to a dead girl.  It was the first dead body I had ever seen and I had nightmares for months and had to sleep with my brother. I got most of her stuff on top of that. Three years ago we were going to have Easter at our house.  I went up to give Steve the nursery pager in church so I could go home to finish prepping and I felt a gush of fluid. I was 14 weeks pregnant with Benjamin and was hemorrhaging.I ran to the bathroom at church screaming for people to get out of the stall because I thought there was something I could do.  No church bathroom is more crowded than on Easter Sunday. We rushed to the hospital where the sound of that heartbeat was the best sound I have ever heard in my life. We found out it was a boy that day and I entered into the next trimester on pelvic rest. We went home from the hospital where I wasn't suppose to move and had an earthquake. Two years ago Easter week I was on a board of directors at the school both of my parents worked at, and I had to make the decision along with others to close the school basically firing both my parents.  That was so hard. On  good Friday my husband had an emergency appendectomy. This week my dog almost died and just heard some rough things friends were going through and deal with the utter inability to help them. Tonight as I was sending my hubby off to work I hugged him laid my hand on him and prayed for safety as I always am on edge when he leaves for work. The point is not to focus and dwell on every bad thing that has happened.  Not everybody lived but Benjamin is certainly an active boy, my husband is fine and so is Max.  God allowed hurt and pain to ensue as he does to all of us, but there was also healing and redemption in that.  So as much as I do secretly dread Easter every year I know this is certain. The week is bad, but Sunday is indeed coming.