My eight-year-old tells me he no longer believes in the Easter Bunny.
On the holiest day of the Christian calendar, it’s a time many celebrate but do we ponder?
Do we have doubts? I do. I sometimes struggle with the beliefs in which I was raised.
But can so many people who believe be wrong?
I think of family members who have passed on at this time of year, particularly my father. I wonder about his soul.
In his obituary, we asked people to do a random act of kindness to honour his memory.
Today I gave a boy, who was shivering at a bus stop wearing only a T-shirt, my coat. I thought of my dad.
It felt like the right thing to do and it also helped me. It made my Easter seem better, brighter even through my doubts and struggles.
In the end, we do what we think is right in life and we hope our soul and the souls of others are touched along the way. There is something that feels eternal in helping others.