April Is The Cruelest Month

T. S. Eliot told us that 'APRIL is the cruellest month'.
While I didn't know him personally and I am sure that he is speaking of something else, I promise you that there is no statement I could ever agree with more than the above one.
If you look at history, there have been some pretty big losses in April. If you look at my family we have had some pretty rotten April's.
April-1972 My uncle Jr. committed suicide
April-1978 My grandmother dies from breast cancer (really a broken heart from son's suicide)
April-1988 I survive a tragic school bus crash
April-1989 I survive a scary car wreck
April-1992 My Paternal Grandfather dies
(YES-It's all about ME!)
This morning, beloved "Granny Sizemore" dies. Now she wasn't my grandmother, but she was my cousin's grandmother, and since all of my grands were gone, I gladly called her Granny. She had suffered an awful lot in the past few years. She suffered with severe and debilitating arthritis, heart disease and I know she missed her husband terribly since his death.
She was strong and devout Christian and I know she has been restored to health and freedom and reunited with her husband in the arms of the Saviour.
Still it isn't an easy loss to bear, it seems they never are.