A candle for Drahomira
Each year, on All Soul's Day, Czechs flock the cemeteries lighting candles and leaving flowers on the graves of their loved ones. This year I set out to the cemetery...
We arrived at the cemetery at dusk, with plenty of time to stroll between the graves. Small, red lanterns tucked between flowers shone their warm lights as a reminder of those who had once been. I felt peaceful and it was beautiful.
It is strange to not know the woman who raised my father. Her spirit has been passed down to me in ways I perhaps do not even suspect. I wonder what she would think of me, of my life. Would she be proud? Would she turn in her grave?
As we drove away from the cemetery, I thought of the ocean and mountains on the West Coast of Canada. Of the people I love there. Of how different my "world" is from the "world" my grandmother lived in. And somehow, it is no longer as disjointed as it once seemed. And next year, wherever I might be, I will light the candles again...