Sunday is Palm Sunday and the start of Holy Week.
It’s truly my favorite time as a Christian and the hardest as a granddaughter.
I lost my maternal grandfather on Palm Sunday (I couldn’t tell you the date if I tried). My grandfather taught me to read using comic books because everyone had written me off for my dyslexia. So every Marvel, DC, Archie, or nerd reference I have came from him. He spoke my language and understood my mind. He encouraged my ambition.
I lost my maternal grandmother on Easter Sunday. To love me or my mom is to love Ann Caudle. I’m her and she is me, as simple as that.
They had the most powerful faith, so it doesn’t surprise me that they decided to go home on two of the holiest days. However, I’m sure my grandmother doesn’t let it go that she picked thee far holier day ☺️
…Holy Week took on the utmost importance for me when they went home.