November 2 - November 6
remember to remember
souls and seasons gone
flickers of candlelight honor
loved ones carried in our heart
while remembering to
remember other spirits lost
heath hens, eastern elks
blackfin ciscos, Allegany plums
de los Muertos
I didn’t proofread. My dad was born two days before Halloween and was dying right around All Souls 66 years later.
So true, and it makes me weep. The day of the dead is always a tough one for me. My dad two days before Halloween. Then (because we were Catholic) came All Saints. On the first, All Souls on the second, and then November 3–the shared birthday of me and my little brother Charlie who died very young. I always wonder why I am still here, and the question is even more puzzling as I add extinct species. I think the day will never be the same.