He was blind all his life, deaf the second half of his life. So, as you read the beginning excerpt of my father's typed letter to me, remember that he could not see, nor hear anything. And yet I hope you—as I—will find JOY in his thoughts, and a ‘happy’ meter to his words. Pop died one week after, on April Fools' Day.
Sunday Night March 25, 1978
Dear Steve, N., K., and J.
A happy Easter to you all, even if the weather feels like fall.
The world itself keeps Easter day and Easter larks are singing.
The Easter flowers are blooming gay, and Easter buds are springing..
The Lord of all things lives anew, and all His Works are living too.
Our crocus are blooming fine, and I noticed some buds on our daffodils and the tulips are still growing and the whole world is awakening with spring. A new birth for us all, including the wild animals and birds. Had a look at the pear tree and the buds are growing and the tree feels very much alive.
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May the Risen Lord bless you and your family
This is my Happy Easter--to all you marvelous Peeps
With Love and PEACE!
in Deviant Art