For me, Easter has always been a spiritual time for personal reflection.  I grew up in New York City and then Connecticut.  Two New England states where we prayed for warm, sunny weather so we could wear our new dresses, hats and shoes to church.  The weather often co-operated.  Flowers were in bloom and birds were chirping away in the tree tops.  My dad, a gifted musician, would open the front door of our house and blast the stereo with glorious hymns of rejoice.  He felt all the neighbors, driving up our road, should be able to enjoy the beautiful music.  We always had an Easter egg hunt, followed by a bountiful Easter dinner.  It was a time for family unity and love.  Tradition stayed with my family this past Easter.  I enjoyed the company of my boyfriend, daughter, son-in-law, two beautiful granddaughters and friends.  We shared a wonderful day and we were blessed.