Good Friday has always been special to me. In Bermuda, we ate home made hot cross buns and flew kites at noon to signify the ascension of Jesus from the cross to heaven. So beautiful to see and hear all those kites humming and the smell of baking hot cross buns. Sometimes we went to church, but that was one day that we were allowed to play with our neighbors and stand on the hill, flying our kites.
Just sharing a memory, have a most blessed Good Friday!