We started our Easter Sunday with church service. As I get older, Easter means more and more to me. And it is a little emotional. I have fond memories of going to Easter Service in Ohio with my family. So, when I hear the music (such as Christ the Lord Has Risen to Day) I think of my beautiful grandmother. If I listen carefully enough, I can almost hear her voice singing. Thank you family for giving me the joy of God at a very early age.
Immediately after church, we headed to see Betty. When I first moved to this area, Betty became my surrogant mother. She gave me a place to stay and always had food on the table for me (and boy can she cook). She is simply amazing.
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