It was All Saints Day on Sunday. As is the custom at our church those who had experienced loss took a candle up to the front of the church representing the light of that life. I walked a candle up in memory of my friend Nancy. I found myself tearing up as I remembered her life and the family she left behind. There was something magical holding the candle. It called the memories forth. Someone in the procession could hardly hold her candle for the sobbing. There was power in these memories.
I want to intellectualize my memory. I stop the emotions from reaching the surface when I remember. I know I need to keep emotions in check so I can continue to function in my life. It was good however, that for a moment those emotions could be loosed in this ceremony to once more remember the loss and grieve.
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