Easter Morning

It is a beautiful morning where I live. I'm so glad it is Easter...I love Easter and realizing all Jesus did for me. It is a bittersweet morning, though. I would have been going to a beautiful Easter service with Steve today. Then we probably would have gone to my parents' house for a dinner and egg hunt. Later we would have gone to his sister's house for a big family get together. I am thinking of going to his sister's later today anyway. They have invited me. Steve's family has actually been so supportive...they have embraced me and they treat me as if we had actually gotten far enough along that we did marry. His sister gave me a necklace just before the funeral service, and on the box she wrote, "To my sister by soul" (since we couldn't be sisters-in-law. I thought that was beautiful. If I go to her house today, it will be the first time to go to a family get-together without Steve. I don't know if I can do that without crying. I want to go, and I will try to go. I don't want to put a damper on their gathering by crying, but on the other hand, I imagine the day will be tough for them anyway. It will also be their first gathering since he passed. This will be one of the "firsts" I have to do eventually. The first time to do anything is so hard, but after that it gets easier. The first time I went to the cemetery was horrible, but since then it has become a good place to just sit, think, and journal. There have been many "firsts" and I have survived. I suppose I will survie this as well........I never thought I'd be a "blogger," but I am really enjoying this outlet! I just send it out to cyberspace and let it go! It feels good.