Each day I set an intention to honor my uncle's spirit by lighting a candle. I let it burn as long as I am home. One candle has already burnt into a sandle-wood scented pool its wick dissolving into the melted wax. Once it went out, I scraped the candle holder clean.
I found another container for this evening's candle, a red one with a cinnamon scent. It will burn until the last of my family goes to bed.
One life - a little gleam of time between two eternities.Thomas Carlyle