Another week down...
Halloween is a special time for me.
Twelve years ago, on Halloween night, my Grampa Ted passed away. He had had a long life and had been ill for some time. That night, when the Veil was thin, he fell asleep and never woke. I think of him often. He was a quiet, gentle man who did wood carving. That's how I think of him... quietly sitting on the porch of his house in the country, carving something amazing out of a bit of wood. He is a presence, like the mountain the rises behind the house, strong, quiet and constant... peaceful, gentle and loving. Twelve years ago, he stepped across the Veil, but that presence has never left me.
Earlier this year, after a terrible injury, his wife, my beloved Gramma Cathy, finally joined him. She'd been terribly grumpy about having to wait so long. I miss her, but I know they are together and they are happy.
If Ted is the mountain, she is the garden... rich and green, with the smell of herbs and sunlight.
They will always be with me.
Yeah, Halloween is special.
Onward
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