A hard way to learn the truth.

Ever since 1979, Easter has been a bittersweet holiday for me. Yes, the Easter Bunny arrives bringing foil chocolate eggs and jelly beans, but the last time I saw my mom alive, was the night before Easter. She went into the hospital that night and because of hospital rules, I was never able to visit her and thus, I never saw her again. 29 years ago. 29 years and I still remember seeing her as she walked down my grandmother's hall, heading to the hospital. 29 years and I still remember how I called out and she stopped by the room where I had been sleeping. 29 years and I still remember jumping out of bed and running down the stairs to catch up with her, but was too late. 29 years and I still remember seeing the Easter baskets already laid out. 29 years, but I still remember how I felt in my little six year old mind. I had been told that the Easter Bunny only arrived once everyone in the house was asleep. My parents hadn't gone to sleep yet, this much I knew. Quite a hard way to learn the truth.