Ducks and Chickens and Candy – Oh Really?

As a child Easter meant baby ducks and chickens and candy. Why did my parents not tell me about the Resurrection? One year my brother received a baby chicken and I received a baby duck. The chicken went to live on Uncle Caskie’s farm. My duck died after a short time at home. I cried and cried over my duck. I went to school crying. Death had visited my little boy’s heart. Oh that my parents had taken that opportunity to tell me of the Resurrection and give me hope.