Jamál (Beauty), 19 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Sunday, April
8, 2012 about 1:35 PM Pacific Time
Every Easter Mom and I each eat a chocolate Easter bunny.
This is a tradition we’ve practiced for at least the last twenty or twenty-five
years. Sometime between April 1 and Good Friday, I buy two chocolate Easter
bunnies. This year I bought us solid chocolate bunnies instead of hollow
bunnies.
After I bought the bunnies, I placed them in the
refrigerator. When I buy the hollow bunnies, I place them in the freezer until
Easter morning. On Easter Sunday, I make a carafe of fresh coffee and then Mom
and I eat the bunnies for either breakfast or lunch. This year we ate them for
brunch, with fresh hot coffee.
I opened Mom’s bunny and gave it to her. She looked at the
chocolate and asked me “How do I use it?” At that moment, I realized Mom had
forgotten our Easter tradition. It was upsetting and I wanted to cry, but
instead of crying (Mom wouldn’t have understood why I was crying) I explained
to her that she could eat the chocolate bunny.
Mom ate her bunny. During the process, she got chocolate all
over herself. She had chocolate on her face, hands, and dress. This is the
first year Mom got chocolate all over herself when she ate the bunny. I’m not
sure whether Mom got the chocolate all over herself because it was a solid
bunny or because of the progression of the Alzheimer’s disease. Perhaps next
year I will go back to buying hollow bunnies.
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