That's the danger of Easter with me. This year, I thought there might be an actual sobbing episode but loud music saved my life again. I just don't understand it. How can the people around me look all normal while I have tears running down my face? Also, why don't I ever remember a handy tissue?
I hope you had an opportunity to celebrate Easter. This life is challenging. Easter is an overwhelming gift. No matter how I struggle here, I cannot help but be moved to tears at the gift of hope of more and the promise that this is not the end.
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