The Monday before Easter weekend, DH had stayed home from work to visit the doctors with me. First thing that unforgettable morning I parted the blinds to see that it has snowed, everything was covered in a soft blanket of white. It had snowed in April! DH rolled his eyes and said he did not want his son born on a snowy day as he had imagined it to be bright and warm, where as I loved the idea that it would be a memorable day. Little did I know that morning, I would never forget how that day unfolded. He was not born this day; this is the day it was confirmed he had died.
The next few days you could taste spring in the air and the ground was damp. Life was not budding in our home. On the Saturday of Easter weekend we buried our first child.
I really hope to bring life back into this Easter.
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