Samhain is a night in which time pauses: a crossing point between what has been and what is to come. A time to remember and honor those who have passed before us, and a time to look forward to a new cycle of the year.
Grandpa Ron, who left us suddenly and too soon but will never be forgotten. I still smell your cigars occasionally at the farm.
Grandpa Lars, who came from Norway in 1923 to become a successful silversmith and always had a joyful twinkle of mischief in his eye.
Grandma Ruth, who quietly encouraged me to eat another serving and calmly argued with Lars about Swedes being just as good as Norwegians.
Aunt Christine, who defied all norms to run her own business and paid for my ballet lessons as a child to ensure I was exposed to art. I follow in your footsteps now and hope to be an aunt as influential.
Grandma Evelyn, my niece’s namesake, who made absolutely the best fudge ever, and who spent a great deal of time in the nursing home reciting her extremely large family’s descendants to keep her mind sharp.
Robert, who never failed to joyfully take up all the space in a room with his generous laugh and wildly perfected costumes.
I remember you with love and will spend time with the shared stories of our pasts tonight.
I will remember that in all endings, including jobs, moves, and relationships, come the seeds of new beginnings.
Tonight isn’t about sad dwelling upon the end,
But allowing endings to pass in peace and love,
So to begin anew tomorrow.
May your Samhain be blessed, and may tomorrow bring your next grand adventure.
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I've never heard of Samhain. But I like the sound of it. Must google.