It's Easter this weekend. Went to church on Good Friday and again today (Sunday). I thought of the wooden cross (carved to be comfortably held in the hand) which I gave mum in the last few days of her life. She held it in her hand right to the end. It went with her to the grave and is still held in her hand. Went thinking about the cross and all it means to us, Jesus' death taking away all sin, I felt very sad to think of mum in her grave, with the little wooden cross. But because of the cross on which Christ was crucified, I know mum is restored in body, mind and spirit. It's just the loss of the earthly energy that was my mum that's so difficult to come to terms with.