I am just back from eight days in New York. It was the best of times and the worse of times. Seeing my daughter, exploring the city of my birth and spending time with our siblings were all best of times.
Worse of the times: My brother-in-law lost his sister to sudden cardiac death. She leaves her two very young sons. She was 44. Seeing the pain her husband, parents and brothers are dealing with, going to my parents' and my husband's parents' graves while re-visiting places that evoked memories of ghosts from family-past were worse of times.
On Easter we went to a lovely banquet with my husband's family. I sat with my back to the dessert bar. I ate reasonably. I did not have anything with sugar. My dessert was fresh berries. It was just one of the many sane and sober meals I had during the trip.
It was a good holiday despite everything else going on around us. I am very happy to be home. The next two days are all work and no play. I will write more later this week.