The veil is thin tonight, and perhaps it’s true that on this night each year the dead return home. I am acutely aware of those who have gone on before me, those who helped make me who I am. Tonight, once the candy has been distributed and the candle in the jack-o-lantern has died out, I’ll make my altar and whisper the names of my ancestors and loved ones who are dead but certainly not forgotten. My yearly ritual helps keep them alive in my heart, and reminds me of my own place in the procession of humanity.
31 Oct 2015