It was a very different Pascha this year. Two years ago I was struggling mightily to hear the message of the Resurrection, having just buried Innocent. Last year I was struggling again - I was supposed to have been 7-8 months pregnant with Andrew. Instead we visited them both on Pascha and sang "Christ is risen!" This year we went out to the graves to sing, but this time I was carrying a little brother or sister for them. I don't know what the future holds, but it was a joy to celebrate Pascha.
|Lilies coming in quite nicely.|
Christ is risen from the dead
trampling down death by death,
and upon those in the tombs