[Let the good times roll, 1,136 words, Genre: Mind Fudge]
* Image courtesy of Dirk de Bruyn
Edward’s father had given him an Easter egg set with the expressed intention that he didn’t eat the egg or the rabbit in the Lindt Gold Bunny & Egg Easter set. His father had wanted him to set the set above on his mantelpiece and not eat the chocolate Easter set. Why? Why, indeed, would one give another a set of chocolates so that they couldn’t eat them? It was a lesson, the father believed, that his son had to learn. And that lesson was the lesson of how to hold a grudge. His father had been raised in that way, raised to believe that holding a grudge was the thing to do. And what is Easter? Easter is the time of Jesus’s revival upon the cross. It is a symbolic period of time of the very act of forgiveness. The Easter egg itself is symbolic of new life and the rabbit… Well, they’re both fertility symbols. But combined with the period of time for the act of forgiveness. The rabbit keeps on hopping along and the egg is a symbol of the new life after the act of forgiveness.
The story of holding a grudge begins with Edward’s grandmother. A single woman, she received a set of a chocolate Easter egg and bunny from her brother. It was the last gift he ever gave her. There was some ill sentiment between the two where they did not forgive one another. Something that had occurred between the two during the Second World War. It was not exactly spoken as to what had actually occurred between the two and what the grudge was. But her Easter egg and chocolate rabbit has been set above her mantelpiece, just above the fire ever since the year of nineteen forty-seven. She would sit in her armchair and stare at the thing. Thinking, calculating and never compromising on her position. Whatever her position was. Hate and contempt would brew in her mind as she looked at the thing. The hours of the clock would tick away and time would pass. But the set of chocolates would never be eaten, never be opened. Her one and only son would come in, to check up on her and look after her well being. He would look from his mother to the set of chocolates and then back to his mother and comment, “Let the good times roll, hey mum?” To which his mother would mumble and grumble.
It was not until her third and final grandchild was born that someone would eat the things. And that third and final grandchild was Edward. Edward was young and didn’t understand the whole concept of bearing a grudge. So, as a child, when he witnessed his grandmother staring at the set of chocolate Easter eggs upon the mantelpiece, he was intrigued. There was that and then there was the childlike innocence that possessed him to approach the chocolates. He grabbed the set off of the mantelpiece, opened up the container and began to feast upon the chocolate egg. Edward’s grandmother raised some initial concern, but then defeated herself and watched her final grandson eat the Easter egg that she had been keeping since nineteen forty-seven.
Edward’s father was more upset than his grandmother. For he had been raised with this Easter egg set. It had been a trademark of his upbringing. The identifying feature and characteristic that he had come to identify his mother with. It was something that he was innately proud about. He knew one thing about his mother and that one thing was that, ‘this woman can hold a grudge.’ So when his third and final son Edward had eaten the chocolate Easter eggs, he was deeply upset. He devised a plan in which to carry on the family tradition of holding a grudge. He would raise the son that had eaten the Easter eggs with the same contempt and hatred that his mother had borne towards her brother. And then on the Easter of his thirtieth birthday, gift him with an Easter egg set so that his son could bare a grudge against him, his father.
The boy was raised with many a malicious trials and problematic circumstances. Then came the day of his thirtieth birthday, to which none with the exception of his mother and stepfather attended. Edward was alone and without friends. He had a one bedroom unit to which he spent most of his time. Alone and outcast by circumstances. He would busy himself with the task of writing, going to the gym and the act of meditation. For the act of meditation was the process of finding peace and amongst all the chaos of Edward’s life, there was a great journey to be had in finding peace.
Easter arrived and his father gifted him with the chocolate set of the Easter egg and bunny. For all the turmoil that existed between father and son, his father could not directly gift him with the Easter egg set. So, he gave it to his firstborn who handed it over to Edward. At first Edward placed the chocolate set on his mantelpiece. Contemplating his troublesome relationship with his father. His father, whom had put him through so much turmoil. His father, who had aligned his life against his son. His father, who had neglected his son’s talents. His father. His father. His father.
Edward stared at the chocolate Easter egg set and thought about it. All of the pain, all of the problems and so on and so forth. He saw time ticking away. How long would he spend thinking about all of these problems? With the clock ticking away in the background, time slowly passing by. All of the times when his father had failed at being an adult. All of that time when his son, a child, had to step up and be a man when his father could not. He felt like grabbing that chocolate Easter egg set, throwing it up against the wall and crying out in anger. So he stared at the thing. Just stared at the thing.
Then it was by the act of forgiveness that he came to understand something. He came to understand that he could sit there and dwell on all of those tiny little mistakes that his father had made during his upbringing. Or he could eat the Easter eggs and throw his father’s plan to carry on some sick family tradition to hell. He thought about it. Dwelt on it. Then grabbed the package, opened up and ate the chocolate eggs. At first they tasted bitter, he tasted the bitterness of many years and then slowly his anger ceased. And he knew one thing, he had broken the cycle of hate and contempt that had built up over the years.