Samhain Remembrance
It's Samhain, and I'm not feeling super great, so I may not manage a big ritual this weekend. This is my virtual offering to some of my beloved dead:
To my grandfather Cy, caramels, songs sung off-key, and the biggest hugs in the world.
To my grandmother Mabel, a slice of blackberry pie and late night summer drives listening to Patsy Cline.
To Aunt Janice and Aunt Kathy, endless cups of coffee and hands of cards.
To my grandfather Jim, grilled cheese sandwiches and fishing trips.
To Jen, cake, pink nail polish, and happily ever after.
To Charlie , fry bread, sage smoke, good music, and grace.
To Nikki, an ice cream soda and a really good story.
To Aunt Anne, a lemon bar and an unintentionally dirty joke.
To Puck, a glass of wine and a surprise recitation of Shakespeare.
To the pets: Lucy, Nigel, Joshua, Latte, Licorice, Ginger, Woody, and Tommy, all the snuggles in the world.
To all the lost, to all departed, you are mourned. You are missed. You are not forgotten.
To my grandfather Cy, caramels, songs sung off-key, and the biggest hugs in the world.
To my grandmother Mabel, a slice of blackberry pie and late night summer drives listening to Patsy Cline.
To Aunt Janice and Aunt Kathy, endless cups of coffee and hands of cards.
To my grandfather Jim, grilled cheese sandwiches and fishing trips.
To Jen, cake, pink nail polish, and happily ever after.
To Charlie , fry bread, sage smoke, good music, and grace.
To Nikki, an ice cream soda and a really good story.
To Aunt Anne, a lemon bar and an unintentionally dirty joke.
To Puck, a glass of wine and a surprise recitation of Shakespeare.
To the pets: Lucy, Nigel, Joshua, Latte, Licorice, Ginger, Woody, and Tommy, all the snuggles in the world.
To all the lost, to all departed, you are mourned. You are missed. You are not forgotten.