Last year at this time, Mom’s death in the preceding June was still raw.
The death of her only sister just two weeks ago has revived many of those feelings and memories. It also marked the end of an era: the passing of the last member of a whole generation of my family.
My travels this year took me to more cathedrals than I would normally see in a decade, and I lit a candle for Mom in every one. That ritual wasn’t part of her Lutheran upbringing, as far as I know, or of her 70 years in the United Church, but I felt she would have understood and appreciated the gesture.
As I update this collage for my aunt, I feel that I’m lighting a digital candle for all these folks. And I’m choosing to remember them all, not as they died, but as they lived.