|From Magic Art|
Last night I held a small ritual at a friend's place, to celebrate the passing of those who've died in the past year. Some really stick out in my mind (Tom Bosley, everyone's dad) and some I barely knew about (Sen. Byrd). Still, everyone deserves to be mourned, remembered, and celebrated. The ritual was a fairly standard Greek style ceremony including khernips and all the trimmings. Most of those attending were teens, which was both exciting and daunting. I worried they would either think it was boring, or some kind of game. They didn't... they were wonderful, and took it quite seriously (at least in my presence).
Tonight, I always think most about my grandfather, who would have celebrated his birthday yesterday, and my friend Eric, who died suddenly just days before the twins were born. Of all my ancestors these two are always at the forefront of my mind. Perhaps that's not fair to the myriad others, but... they stay with me. I felt them there, last night. I felt them with me during dinner. I feel them with me now. This is their time now, I suppose. I feel honored. I feel cherished. I feel a little sad.
Happy Samhain, everyone.