April 7, 2004
I am becoming my parents. I have started to notice it more and more in the last few years. Things I say, think, things I remember as well. Easter is approaching and I am thinking of my mother so much more. I keep getting this picture of an Easter sunrise service long ago. It was cold and I was very young, maybe five, and I was complaining through the whole thing. I think I am the only one out of the four she made get up and go. I just know she was practically begging me to behave. I wouldn't.