Easter isn't meaningful for everyone, or even most people and certainly the spring equinox has relevance for everyone, no matter their religious inclinations so I get all of that.
This year, my comment about Easter is just to say that I don't celebrate torture and death. On Good Friday I commemorate, rather than celebrate, the death of an innocent man. I go to a church service which is generally sombre and spend the rest of the day doing something quiet. It isn't exactly a day of grief but I do mindfully avoid some worldly pursuits.
The celebratory part of Easter is a celebration of life. It comes on Sunday when we recall a miraculous resurrection. On Sunday we find joy and hope in the story of the risen Jesus, in the promise of new life.
In the end, the people who loved Jesus and had seen him die a brutal death we reunited with him. Their loss was temporary and their pain vanished as quickly as it had come. The promise that pain and loss will be temporary is what I celebrate.
I’ve come that they may have life, and have it abundantly. John 10:10