Wandering in Walhalla: Holding grief and hope this Easter

Easter has always been one of those holidays that feels…layered. Growing up, it meant early mornings and sleepy eyes, waking up before the sun for sunrise service. It meant walking outside with my mom, cutting flowers from the front yard and her many flower beds, carefully choosing the best ones to bring to church. Every Easter Sunday, those flowers would be placed into the cross in the narth...