Today is Halloween, Samhain (sow’een), the day when the veils between the worlds lift, just a fraction, just enough to see the restless dead.  And my dead are restless today.

There is something about anniversaries, something about marking the spot in time, saying this is when that happened, one month, six months, one year. This is how we count the breaths, day by day and year by year. This is how we remind ourselves that we are still living. We point to a space in time and say, there, then, that was in the past.

We should know better.

Today is Samhain and my dead are restless.

A year ago this week, a colleague of mine passed away from depression. I am struggling with this.  I’m ok that I’m not ok. This is how we remind ourselves that we are still living.

The dead don’t always leave us. This, too, is ok. Before there were costumes and candy, there were lanterns to guide the dead home.

Today is Samhain. Today is for the dead. This is how we remind ourselves that we are still living.