Emily sighed as she gazed at the jeweled Easter Egg that took pride of place on her sideboard every Easter. George had given it to her for their first Easter, oh so many years ago. It was symbolic of the life they had carefully planned and lovingly lived. George had transitioned three years ago from a quite unexpected heart attack. Holidays were still difficult to face without him. Crafted in the old country, it represented where they came from and who they were. Gentle memories that sustained her always.
(c) April 2022 Bonnie Cehovet
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