Sure enough,Passover happened ! 
Actually it is happening ,for the next 8 days. And no matter how disconnected I was feeling coming into the holiday, when push came to shove,somehow,everything got done and we had another awesome Seder last night.
The cleaning got done.
The changeover of dishes and ridding our home of chametz (Google it!) happened.
All of the cooking and preparations that go into this holiday were taken care of.
I knew that they would.It's what we do.
I am not minimizing the way I was feeling heading into the holiday.
However, when the time came to kick into gear ,I rose to the occasion.
So did everyone else around me.
By 7:15 last night,we were ready to light the candles that mark the beginning of the holiday. The house was sparkling.
The table looked magnificent.
The entire house was filled with smells of all the cooking that had been going on for hours. 
SHortly after lighting the candles we all sat down to once again participate in a tradition that has been handed down from generation to generation for some 3500 years,the retelling of the coming out of slavery in Egypt.
As we started the Seder, my brother shared with us a drash, a small story, that set the tone for the evening. 
The piece that he shared with us served as reminder that we are part of the human experience,a story that began a long time ago. We are a part of that story. We live in this moment,not apart from but a part of the story.
When I think about it, it is a bit overwhelming. The human experience is a fantastic story.I am part of that story, We are part of that story. I hold in my hand the pen with which I get to write my part of the story. I also get to pass that pen along to the next generation. What they do with it is entirely up to them.One thing I am sure of is that the story will continue for generations to come. It is inevitable. Kind of like my experience in preparing for Passover.