We wanted to keep Easter simple for my husband and not make mistakes like we did at Christmas in terms of him appreciating what it was all about. This time the idea was we had no expectations as to if he would have a glimmer of what Easter was all about. He had no idea what an Easter egg was. Which was just fine. I was happy the residence didn't over do Easter as they tend to really decorate the place for events like Thanksgiving, Halloween, Christmas, Valentine's and where I live, which is near Vancouver BC - the 2010 Winter Olympics. But I have to tell you one Olympics story. I was a torch bearer! And it was very neat that I could bring the torch into the res and many people got to hold it and have their pictures taken. SO many residents and staff did that there is no longer any soot left on the white shiny torch! And the residence brought six of them down in a bus to see me on my route. Yeah those rehab staff. On Good Friday where I live - we had this huge scary wind storm so I didn't take him outside that day. Instead I made tea in his room and we shared some fruit & cookies. I asked him what he might like me to bring him from home for Easter. He said, " a 70." Wasn't too sure what he meant. I pointed at a picture of him on his wall. He told me that was "the bread man." On Easter morning I took in a few chocolates and a hydrangea plant. Myself, my son Michael and his wife, Michelle, we sat outside on a porch in the sun (so nice!) We chatted softly. My husband loved his pieces of orange chocolate and a double starbucks latte. We didn't stay too too long as long visits tire him. We chatted with one of his best care-ades, Shauna who came out to join us and we told stories. I was kinda glad Easter came and went. Last Easter, when he and I visited my sister and her family on Vancouver Island for the special weekend he found everything so confusing and strange it was a "nightmare" and I had to bail out of their Easter plans and bring him back home on Easter morning. At least this year he was "safe" and there was zip pressure from me to expect him to understand what Easter was. Every day this week we've nibbled a little bit of his chocolate rabbit. Just a taste - as we now move nice & slow into April. I'm now doing our income tax! that will be another blog. Not now but in a few days or so.