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.
Jonathan
Gloria
Robin
Neioma
Rena
Marilou
And those who went before, whose names I never knew, whose blood flows in my veins or spirit flows through my family, my life.
I remember.
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| Image: Two wick flames in the dark burn in a twisting, melting candle of red. |
