Taiko and Fire
The list of people to memorialize grows just a bit each year. In the past, I attended the Lantern Festival for the lights on Hibiscus Pond, the Taiko drumming, and the incongruous bagpipes. Three years ago, my friend J# died unexpectedly and the event took on much more meaning as a ritual for those who had left us in the last year.
This year my oldest friend watched her father die.
Ned, this year was yours. I'm sorry it was so soon.
posted by wolftone @ 08:36
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Oh... how lovely. Dad would have really liked that.
He loved sitting on his screened-in porch at night... lights off, candles lit, fireflies on the lawn. When we brought him home, he could see the porch from his bed, and we made sure to light the candles out there every night.
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