Good Friday

Good Friday (2)

It is so strange that a day that meant so much as a child, because it meant being with my grandparents and all of the goodness and relief associated with them, is barely noticed now. (This is my perception, anyway.) So I feel huge gratitude when I see anyone actively observing Good Friday. These people in Times Square today made it seem a bit more like the occasion I remember. (We never rode on flatbed trucks with crosses, though, I admit.)

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