Apr. 15, 2022

ONE YELLOW EASTER EGG...CAME OUT OF HIDING.

The incident occurred in 2015….one day before Easter.  Each year---as the anniversary of the incident approaches, I can’t escape the sadness.

I once-treasured the long-ago memories of my two little girls, dressed in matching-pink Easter dresses, carrying hand-decorated baskets, and joining other happy children for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. God only knows how I tried to be a good Mother--even when there was never-enough time, or money, or a loving husband/daddy.

In earlier days, I thought of Easter as a happy time. I loved decorating baskets for my daughters and filling them with the traditional peeps, chocolate eggs, jelly beans, and all things sweet and wonderful. When my two grandsons came into my life, I wanted them to enjoy memorable Easters too---but Evil had other plans. 

 This is what happened—the day before Easter-- in 2015.  Remember, there are no coincidences in my life:

“Yesterday, the day before Easter, I noticed one of my precious boxwood plants had died. Armed with my trusty shovel, I began digging around the base of the plant to remove it. As I lifted the dead plant, a yellow plastic Easter egg dropped from the loose dirt and landed beside my foot.

 It took only a second to remember that--- four years earlier-- I’d played Easter Bunny to my two grandsons. Apparently, I’d hidden the little yellow egg too-well, so well—in fact--it hadn’t been found until today--four years later. With shaky hands--I opened the egg.  Four quarters fell to the ground, accompanied by a "Bunny" note. The note--handwritten by me--four years earlier-- said “I will always love you, Gigi."

That was 2011 and it was our last Easter-- together. Two months later, my oldest daughter and her hateful husband-- heartlessly- ripped my two grandsons from my arms and my life.  But—they were unable to rip them--from my heart.

Today, one yellow egg came out of hiding--to remind me of what will never be again.

Sally Miller (Gigi)