Easter Sunday this year was a special one for us, just as it was for so many families in the UK. On 29th March, lockdown restrictions were eased, meaning six people or two households could meet outside. So we could have my mum and dad round for Easter!
Last Easter, I had Covid myself (although I was never tested, because testing wasn’t a thing then unless you were very ill). Then at the end of last year, my Dad was seriously ill in hospital with Covid. So this one was a really special one.
My daughter was very keen that we should get in there first with Grandma and Grandpa – that they should come to us rather than go to my sister. Grandma spent Christmas day with her cousins when my dad was in hospital, rather than with us. My daughter wasn’t going to let her cousins nab them for Easter too!
So we invited them round for lunch.
I had visions of us all sat outside in our winter coats. My mum isn’t keen on the cold and my dad has felt the cold more since he was ill. They probably wouldn’t be able to stay long.
There was frost on the ground when we got up in the morning, which didn’t bode well. But the sun was bright and our garden is a sun trap. Before we knew it, we were in T-shirts, even though the thermometer said it was only 14 degrees.
My parents always organise an Easter egg hunt in their garden for my kids and their little cousins. It is always lovely to see my kids helping their cousins find the eggs. Clearly that wasn’t going to happen this year, but I knew my daughter would still want an Easter egg hunt. So I picked up a couple of egg hunt kits a few weeks ago when I bought the Easter eggs. (Easter eggs completely sold out in the shops this year, so I’m glad I shopped early!) As my eldest is now vegan, there were only two kids for the Easter egg hunt. My husband and I hid them – forgetting some of the hiding places almost instantly. Then my mum and dad arrived with more eggs to hide. And they also forgot some of the hiding places.
It’s remarkable how long it can take a 15 year old and a 17 year old to find eggs when nobody can remember where they were hidden or how many there were!
For lunch we went for the sort of buffet we normally have for the kids’ birthdays. (Normally as in 2019 and before.) It was very nice. And it was rounded off by the piece de la resistance – a wonderful Easter cake made by my daughter who has discovered a real talent for baking over the last few months.
We usually have a few garden get-togethers over the spring and summer, but always with my sister’s family too. Sometimes even with my brother. It has been a long time since we had one.
My mum and dad only live down the road, but the last time my dad was on our property was in October, when we first got Herbert the guinea pig. That’s the last photo I have of him before he went into hospital. My mum and dad had another hold of the guinea pigs at Easter.
It really couldn’t have been better. My parents in the garden. The sun shining. Everyone enjoying their food.
I took some more lovely photos of my mum and dad. But as I don’t share recognisable photos of them or the kids on the blog, you will just have to take my word that they were lovely. I can’t stop looking at them.
And I can’t stop thinking about what might have been. How we could have ended up ‘celebrating’ this Easter without my dad. Instead, he was there soaking up the sun in my garden.
Easter Sunday 2021 really was everything for me. When I see people write things on Facebook like ‘My heart is full’, I think it’s a bit cringe.
But on Easter Sunday, I knew exactly what they mean.