It's amazing how much can change in four years. Things that were different the last time I had a family Easter (and not in a good way):

*We had Easter dinner on Sunday, not on Saturday night
*We didn't have to spend Easter Sunday at the nursing home
*Grandma Florence was still alive (and living in her own house)
*Grandpa Bobbin still lived at home, and still knew who I was
*The Easter Bunny delivered my candy in an actual Easter basket
*I hunted for said basket at FloJo's, not at Grandma Hazel's
*My sister was there
*My grandma's kitchen was still fully stocked, so there was no question of whether or not there would be any food coloring to dye the eggs
*Blair still had a grocery store, so even if there had been some snafu involving a lack of food coloring, we would have been able to procure some without having to go to the next town
*There was no way in hell the grill would have run out of propane -- my grandpa would have been on top of that
*My grandma didn't need to take the elevator at church
*Neither did my mother
*The minister would not have tried to make small talk with me, because (a) he wasn't the mister at that time and (b) even if he was, he wouldn't have the mistaken impression that we're friends on the basis of a conversation we had about Annie Dillard after my grandma's funeral

About the only positive difference is this one:
*My uncle now has an adorable little puppy

Pretty sad that there's only one good thing to have happened in the interim, yes? Maybe those four years of being cut off from all the holiday celebrations (save Christmas) were not such a bad thing after all. The holidays have gone down hill something fierce, and awfully quickly.

/whining