This year took a steady toll from my wider circle. Some deaths, occurring in a generation up from me, were more or less expected: an in-law aunt, for example. Some, occurring in my generation, were not all that surprising: the father of a former colleague, for example. Some, occurring in the next generation down, were shocking: the fifty-something wife of a former colleague, for example.
Today I light a digital candle for my family, acknowledging their deaths but also celebrating that they lived, that they live in my memory, and that they live in me.