For almost three months, my uncle was bed-ridden.
On Easter Sunday, which most Catholics like himself celebrate with much Joy and with family, I decided to take a chance and get him out of the house.
I told him that we had to celebrate it to the fullest – and so we did.
He got dressed in the clothes I pulled out for him. Jeans, runners, and a wind breaker.
He dressed himself.
I walked him down three flights of stairs and into my car.
My son waited patiently. My partner graciously took some video footage.
We drove a distance, parked, got him into the wheelchair and into the restaurant.
Brunch was exciting!
We went for a short walk through a neighbourhood he had never seen before. My son rode on his lap for a little while.
Then we got back into the car and went for a bit of a drive, showing him the various areas that surround where we live.
This was our Easter Celebration. . . our own precious experience of a “Resurrection”.
[tags]Easter Celebration, Resurrection, Catholics, family time, taking a walk[/tags]