Easter 1977 stands out as my family’s most memorable celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I’ll bet it’s still a salient Easter memory in the minds of another family.
We lived in Kearns back then. It was our first home in a nice neighborhood, where we expected to raise our young daughter and get to know everyone.
On that most special of all Christian Sundays, neighbor kids prepared to hunt Easter eggs in their backyard alongside a live white bunny wearing a pink bow.
Just as the hunt was ready to kick off, our husky-Lab mix jumped the fence and tore this Easter bunny to bloody pieces in front of them.