Easter 2015 in Plan B

It is hard to belive it is Easter already. A good memory ~ Every year on Easter Eve my sister and I would color eggs for everyone. Each one got an egg with there name on it written in crayola crayons then dipped in dye. There were of course extras for the pets and whatnot. Come monday Dad would take “the best eggs” to work with him and tell us there was an Egg Contest and he would place our eggs in the contest. Every year we won. Every year we got like 5 bucks. Years later we found out it was just a joke. He took the eggs to work and ate them. I didn’t know about this until I was in my 20’s. My Dad was a really cool Dad. He loved music - all kinds. Jazz, rock n roll ~ I would come home work and he would have on MTV and be sittin there watchin it. I miss the dinners. I miss the family dinners. So much has changed. But one thing hasn’t changed is that I miss my Dad and Mom. I kiss their picture every night before I go to bed. You don’t really grow up until you loose both your parents.