Easter Weekend 2020 will go down in history. No matter which way you look at it, it will be remembered for generations to come. Whether you’ve spent the weekend in mourning of loved ones, or in a constant state of health-related panic, or endlessly gripping to the last ounces of positivity in the air, this Easter will inevitably have been different to any other that you have experienced.
Ours was a million miles from normal. We spent the week leading up to Easter in our makeshift home-school, filling our walls with Easter themed artwork. I made the conscious effort to send Easter cards to our elderly members of the family, in attempt to feel as close to them as possible. We chatted on the phone to my parents, as I choked on the words “I miss you”.
The two weeks we have off at Easter are usually spent visiting zoos, going bowling, having days out. It is full on most years with events, family gatherings and socialising with all the children. This year it was just the three of us. Inside.
We had originally planned to visit our family in Cheltenham, with a few visits to close friends thrown in. I had dreamed of a wonderful Easter Sunday spent in the garden hunting for eggs with all the cousins. In my dream there was food, laughter, cuddles! It was warm and smelt like sweet cake and barbecued meat. The kids had sun-kissed cheeks and our bellies ached from limitless giggles.
This dream isn’t crushed. This will happen one day soon. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around my loved ones that seem so very far away at the moment. The best lesson we can take from this heartache, is that time spent with our loved ones is vastly more valuable than any gift we can ever give. Time will never be taken for granted again. We shall tell our future generations of the importance of cherishing the moments that would otherwise seem so wasted.
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