Today we end our
annual celebrations.
We celebrate those
adults in our lives
that we have lost.
Obviously, our
ancestors . . . some
known and others
not.
For me, tis the loss
of the love of my life,
my father. My mother
and my brother as well.
I think of them most
days, remember them
fondly and tell tales
out of school when I
have the opportunity.
Today, at 0' dark thirty,
my guy and I sat by the
fire and honored the loss
of our loved ones.
For me, there were tears
and he comforted me. I
sooooo miss my father.
Alas, when I'm sitting by
the fire and meditating, I
often find myself talking
to him.
I always pray the Universe
is not offended.
Blessed be . . .
