Mine is bittersweet too. My parents separated during lent and we went to live with my grandmother. we were thrilled about it. My grandma got us new dresses and we were ready for a great Easter at our grandma's house. My father lived nearby and asked my sister to come and share her Easter sweets with the kids of the woman he was now living with. My sister wouldn't have any of that and she ate everything in her basket on one sitting. She got so sick our Easter ended at the hospital with her. To this day is our favorite Easter story. She doesn't share that opinion.