In Christian churches around the world, depending where you live, Holy Week began either yesterday or on Palm Sunday which is April 13 this year. This week has always been highly significant in my life and in the life I shared with my husband Bill. It took on even more meaning with his death the day before Palm Sunday in 2010.
I spent all of that Holy Week preparing for his Holy Saturday funeral and burial, choosing a simple and lovely wooden casket made by monks at the nearby Trappist Monastery and walking in a sad daze that I barely remember. So sometime after the anniversary of his March 27 death each year, I find myself reliving and remembering his death and burial on Palm Sunday, Holy Week and Easter, all forever linked to Bill's death.