All Hallows Day.
This is one of the most important days for me. I am Catholic so I celebrate the day. Some of you may say now that this is normal, seeing the fact that I am Catholic but I think it is not. I am not celebrating every single Christian holiday. Some I do not even know why they exists, I have to admit.
This day has nothing to do withthinking about martyrs or the people I loved and died already. Well, as well but not only because I can do this every single day through the whole year. Right? Just because there are new flowers and a candle on a grave does not make the day itself special. It is special to me because it gives me the oportunity to the graveyard and FEEL.
Sounds weird? Probably.
I say it does not.
Go there at dusk, enter the graveyard and just focus on everything around you. Stand there and remain silent, take every little detail in and wait. You will feel it of that I am certain. If there is a day the dead speak to us and return to us at all it is this day indeed. I cannot explain it better than with: you will feel it.
Personally I do not think that this day should be all sad. I try to imagine how all these people, dead, souls, ghosts, whatever you want to call them, would feel like then. There is one day everyone visits them on the graveyard, the graves are prepared and looking pretty, candles are lit. I think under such circumstances they are ready to celebrate, they are looking forward to this one day and surely they are excited when family and friends are coming. Sounds slightly like when we are visitng friends at home, does it not?
My grandmother died six years ago and she meant the world to me. And I just refuse to go there to her grave and look sad and mourn. Not that I felt like being happy about her death for years (and still I am not, I will never be of course) but you know what? I just know she wants to see me happy and smiling, coming to her and telling her stories or whatever. There is no need to go there and do nothing else but cry.
Of course - I have the feeling that I must add this as I know a really lovely person who will probably see that in a different light at the moment - it is easy to say that after six years. I would have said something else right after her death as well and be sure I would not feel any shame to cry and be sad, ignoring whatever a Knight might say in his journal.
But seeing the day as I see it today, you know what is the sadest thing to see? When not a single candle is lit on a grave. Seeing what I wrote above how would the person this grave belongs to feel? I thought about buying 100 candles and put them on dark graves.
And now you think I am mad, right?
Your Knight.
This day has nothing to do withthinking about martyrs or the people I loved and died already. Well, as well but not only because I can do this every single day through the whole year. Right? Just because there are new flowers and a candle on a grave does not make the day itself special. It is special to me because it gives me the oportunity to the graveyard and FEEL.
Sounds weird? Probably.
I say it does not.
Go there at dusk, enter the graveyard and just focus on everything around you. Stand there and remain silent, take every little detail in and wait. You will feel it of that I am certain. If there is a day the dead speak to us and return to us at all it is this day indeed. I cannot explain it better than with: you will feel it.
Personally I do not think that this day should be all sad. I try to imagine how all these people, dead, souls, ghosts, whatever you want to call them, would feel like then. There is one day everyone visits them on the graveyard, the graves are prepared and looking pretty, candles are lit. I think under such circumstances they are ready to celebrate, they are looking forward to this one day and surely they are excited when family and friends are coming. Sounds slightly like when we are visitng friends at home, does it not?
My grandmother died six years ago and she meant the world to me. And I just refuse to go there to her grave and look sad and mourn. Not that I felt like being happy about her death for years (and still I am not, I will never be of course) but you know what? I just know she wants to see me happy and smiling, coming to her and telling her stories or whatever. There is no need to go there and do nothing else but cry.
Of course - I have the feeling that I must add this as I know a really lovely person who will probably see that in a different light at the moment - it is easy to say that after six years. I would have said something else right after her death as well and be sure I would not feel any shame to cry and be sad, ignoring whatever a Knight might say in his journal.
But seeing the day as I see it today, you know what is the sadest thing to see? When not a single candle is lit on a grave. Seeing what I wrote above how would the person this grave belongs to feel? I thought about buying 100 candles and put them on dark graves.
And now you think I am mad, right?
Your Knight.