Welcome to the Ancestors. Welcome to the Spirits of the Honored Dead. Welcome to those we have Lost; we think of you often. Walk amongst us once again. An offering of incense and brightly burning candles welcome you home, even if just for a visit.
We remember you.
And in that remembrance you live always.
And those who went before, whose names I never knew, whose blood flows in my veins or spirit flows through my family, my life.
|Image: Two wick flames in the dark burn in a twisting, melting candle of red.|