My sister was all proud of herself, thinking she’d be able to show some authority and independence to my mother by informing her that “No, Mom, me and my family are going away in the Spring and will not be here for Easter.” My sister is sick of me casually avoiding holidays and family events: “oh, I’ll be in South America for Christmas; ” ”Oh no! Too bad I’m in Australia during Grandma’s funeral!!”, all the while she feels like she can offer no shock value, no controversy, no “muahahahahah, I’m getting out of this one!”
So it was with equal part glee and malevolence with which she said, “Guess what, Hol? I get to tell Mommy that we’re not going to be here for Easter.” Not my sister Joy! Not the bearer of my Mom’s only Grandchildren!! But oh yes, the beach house had been booked, and Easter would go on sans kids, sans Joy, both literally and figuratively.
A foreshadowing of a miserable Easter passed before my eyes. What to do without my sister to laugh with! What to do without my sister elbowing me while trying to get to an egg before me in the Easter egg hunt! Who would help take any passive aggressive blows from my mother?!! I quickly identified with how she felt every time I proudly announced that sorry, I can’t make it. I’M the one who is supposed to miss holidays, but oh so how I’ve taken my older sister, my best friend, for granted!
My only solace was in the impending giddiness when my mom would hear that Easter would be Minus my sister’s family of 4. I even asked if I could be conferenced in when Joy delivered the news! Finally, it would not be me who is the disappointing child!
And then… the phone call. Joy was barely audible;l something was wrong. I hurriedly asked, “well, how did she take it?!!!” How would my mother respond to her prize child-bearing daughter skipping— GASP– A HOLIDAY??

"Oh don't worry... we'll have Easter the next week," my Mom calmly said, without skipping a beat
Before laughing for a minute straight, I congratulated my sister on being able to postpone the celebration of the rising of our Lord and Saviour. Easter Sunday, Easter Schmunday.
Jesus can wait a week.
And so Fake Easter is born.











