All Souls Day
Today, we pause, to remember our beloved dead and to celebrate their memories. Consciously remembering our loved ones who have died is important for us. It brings their lives back into the context of our daily experience and reminds us of our belief that dying is not the end. Remembrance of those who have died is part of gratitude for all human
life which is held in being by God. All Souls’ Day invites us to keep vigil and bear witness to the communion of life in which we share. In God, our loved ones are connected to us; they are present to us as God is present at all times.
May we be true to the memories of all those who have touched our lives with their goodness and love. May their giftedness live on in us.
Gather your memories of your loved ones.
In your own living witness to their eternal, loving presence in your life.
The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live,”
Whether we know it or not, we transmit the presence of everyone we have ever known, as though by being in each other’s presence we exchange our cells, pass on some of our life force, and then we go on carrying that other person in our body, not unlike springtime when certain plants in fields we walk through attach their seeds in the form of small burrs to our socks, our pants, our caps, as if to say, “Go on, take us with you, carry us to root in another place.” This is how we survive long after we are dead. This is why it is so important who we become, because we pass it on.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From a headstone in Ireland
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.
No one’s death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Antoine de Saint Éxupéry