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Entry 1 10:27 a.m. Entry 1 10:27 a.m. I recall how perfect each holiday was. How carefully each part of the day, each piece of the tradition was planned, prepared for and actualized. It was a team effort. The hot cross buns were my addition, in honor of my mother's love for them. The decorations were Jenny's. We filled the baskets together, dyed the eggs with the kids and then later hid the eggs from them. Jenny insisted it be the real eggs. She would map their locations, when she remembered. Once, when she didn't, we found an egg in July. Easter dinner at home or at Omi's was always a nice affair. I Pompeii Exhibit, April 17, 2013. ordered hot cross buns for this morning. Put the baskets together, made breakfast. Abby was awake before 8, fortunately, I was prepared. Leiney came right down and I whipped up eggs. It doesn't seem real, this holiday celebration. The kids are happy, evincing ni sorrow, showing no tears. They look to me, and ...