I remember learning -- in 1975 -- that my grandfather was dying. It was Holy Week and then it was Easter and I was feeling bathed in incense and holy. . . but I was having a terrible time coming to terms with what Resurrection would mean to me if I was going to lose my Grandpa anyway. I've entertained many possibilities in the last 34 years, but I'm not sure I've nailed down that meaning yet. What does it mean to you?