I remember as a child being very upset by the death of a school friend, Mum told me something then that I have held onto for the rest of my life.

She told me that when we are born the candle of our light is lit. it is as thin as a wax taper yet as we grow with each good choice we make, each wise thought or word that crosses our lips the thin taper gets dipped once more. With each dip the candle glows brighter and the number of dips is not solely dependent on age but on the light within the person.

Many see the end of life as the candle snuffed out but she told me that every person who loved one who died, every person who can share a memory of their kindness or wisdom carries a small piece of their candle added to their own.

As long as one person can remember something the person said or did the light from their candle will continue to light our path and drive away darkness.

Now is the time to do what you have to do but dont forget to be kind to yourselves and remember while you grieve each one of us is here to carry her candle one more step.

Thinking of all the family
Meg