This is the first holiday since my dad died and he really loved this spring celebration so I'm determined to at least have a small celebration.
Sunday morning the boys will wake up to overflowing baskets filled with games and treats. I'll feed them a small breakfast until the rest of the fam gets here for lunch.
My mom wanted to go all out baking the ham and making all the sides and desserts but she still has problems just getting to work in the morning because of the depression so I told her I'll make a pot roast and all she has to do is show up.

My brother is bringing her over to my place Sunday afternoon. We'll take the kids out to the courtyard where they can find Easter eggs.
It might not be much but it's the best our still-mourning family can handle at this point in time. My dad would still be very happy that we pulled it together. In fact, I almost cried when Miles and I colored Easter eggs last night. We were using the "magic crayon" to draw in every family member's name when he said, "Don't forget Pepaw!"
That would have totally made my dad's day.