A few years ago on Easter Sunday evening I received a phone call from an old friend telling met that his wife had died that afternoon. He said: “Peg was sitting in the living room waiting for Easter dinner to be done, and when I went to wake her, she was dead.” i went over to his home immediately, expecting a rough session, wondering what can I say to comfort him on a day when everyone else was celebrating. My friend greeted me at the door by saying: “Father Charlie, Peg got to start Easter day in OUR home, and she got to finish it in Jesus’ home.”