Home is home
When today, Easter, came there were so many emotions that came with it. They were all unexpected. Having been through one year without my son Sam, the second year the flow of emotions I realize does not change. First there is the death anniversary, then his birthday, then the fourth of July… school starting and summer ending; Fall and all that his basketball conditioning provided followed by the holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, Easter… Each time I take the phrase, “Oh, it’s just the time of year…” Why does it take so long to realize my emotions never end but are an ebb and flow and that today was no different?
I awoke considering that today is my favorite church service of the year; He has risen, he has risen, indeed. How many services we attended as a family over the years at our church, shouting out that phrase in response to Pastor Dave’s same. It always felt so good; the fulfilling promise of hope.
Today, I traveled the ninety minutes back to my home where my mom and dad live in a home on the lake in Illinois, with many thoughts. I remember Sam and Nick in matching Easter outfits as toddlers at the same home and the Easter egg hunts we had. They were ecstatic; everyone was happy. As the years progressed, I remember Sam and Nick being baptized Maundy Thursday at our Indy home church followed by communion confirmation days later. They were blessed; everyone was ecstatic.
As Sam and Nick got older, my parents traveled to our home and we attended church and celebrated that He has risen this day. He has risen, indeed. All seemed well. Until 22 months ago when Sam died unknowingly from a synthetic hallucinogen drug, 25i-NBOMe. Nothing has been the same since. Everything has changed; it had to in order to survive. So today, Nick celebrated Easter with his dad while I traveled to Illinois to spend precious time with my parents. Alleluia, He has risen. He has risen, indeed. Alleluia…