This is my mom’s sweet solstice candle from last year...
Even though she and my dad were raised in a generation
where people did NOT talk about their feelings…
(and here I am telling the world about
the beauty of doing just that in families)
she keeps finding ways to support me.
Thank you, Mom for being so willing to
to stretch along with me.
My father passed away in 2008,
already somehow nearly 15 years ago.
I miss his smile and his hugs.
I’m also grateful to catch glimpses
of his endearing mannerisms in my grown sons.
Each year at Solstice,
when we light the tall, red candle
for our ancestors, I say his name.
It’s a bittersweet moment
invoking his presence in our circle
because I wish he could be here...
listening to his grandchildren’s stories,
meeting their life partners and sharing.
But he is one reason I carry Solstice into the world.
So, we all remember to speak our whole hearts
to each other while we still can.
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