Not in the Grave
By Sluiter Nation on April 20, 2014
My earliest Easter memory is of sitting in a gym…or outside on a football field of some sort…with my Grandma Jo and my mom at the crack of dawn for the town’s Sunrise Easter Service. I was too young to remember the location of the service, but I know we went for a few years, just the three of us. Or at least I only remember it being the three of us. . . .
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