Each year around this time my thoughts turn more and more towards Denise.
I think about her a lot on other days but this time is usually the most filled with her memory.
Easter is late again this year, just like it was 11 years ago.
Easter Sunday falls on the anniversary of her death.
It's a hard thing really, this juxtaposition of death with a holiday that represents resurrection and victory over death.
But this year I'm holding tight to that victory over death and the promise of the cross. That one day I'll see Denise again and she will be whole and complete in Christ.
Because really, what else can I do?