We started our Easter Sunday with church service.  As I get older, Easter means more and more to me.  And it is a little emotional.  I have fond memories of going to Easter Service in Ohio with my family.  So, when I hear the music (such as Christ the Lord Has Risen to Day) I think of my beautiful grandmother.  If I listen carefully enough, I can almost hear her voice singing.  Thank you family for giving me the joy of God at a very early age.

Immediately after church, we headed to see Betty.  When I first moved to this area, Betty became my surrogant mother.  She gave me a place to stay and always had food on the table for me (and boy can she cook).  She is simply amazing.