This weekend many people celebrate All souls day.
I use to love this celebration. Growing up in little village in the middle of Karpaty mountains, I loved to go to cemetery with my grad mom and keep the graves nice, put flowers and burn candles.
Especially on All Souls Day.
The graves were covered with flowers and light of candles. In the evening when I was walking towards the cemetery and I looked at the Cross in front of the church, I could see the light from all of the candles creating like a halo above the cross. It was so mesmerizing.
I remember walking towards cemetery with my parents, brother and many neighbors in snow. The cemetery was always full with people burning candles on graves of family and friends sending some love and prayers. I loved to feel this connection, but father could not wait to get out. I never understood it.
And then my Grandpa past and 6 months latter my Father. I suddenly understood why my Father did not want to spend any time at the cemetery. I felt my grandpa and my father were always around me until I went to cemetery and saw their graves. The graves were reminders that they are gone.
Since my Grandpa and my father past 19 years ago a lot of friends and family members crossed over. I used to say that I have more friends on other side that I have here.
Since I moved to USA 12 years ago I did not have an opportunity to visit on All souls Day.
I miss it. I miss the mix of energies of love, appreciation, pain and hope.
It is a beautiful holiday.
To all the souls on “the other side”: I love you.
Lucia
My Father
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