Remembrance, Loss & Solace

I’m delighted to have several christening candles engraved and painted this week, all nearly ready to be sent or delivered but was stopped in my tracks by a lovely priest who phoned me to order a remembrance candle for a baby who sadly died at birth. I was glad to be able to drop all other orders for an hour or so to get the candle with an angel engraved ready for him this afternoon. He travelled some distance to collect it – such kindness! I hope the parents get some solace and peace from the remembrance ceremony and candlelight – my thoughts are with them and other parents who have been bereaved. I’m glad to at least do something small to help by donating 10% on all orders for baby remembrance candles to Feileacháin





Looking forward, with a glimpse to the past

I may seem a bit obsessed with the dead this week, but I think its so important to remember all those we have loved and lost – they have impacted on our lives and many have shaped the people we are today.  Recently at the annual “blessing of the graves” in my home town it was lovely to see so many people there standing by their tidied family graves, honouring and remembering generations of parents, grandparents and so sadly many  young children and babies.  Despite all the controversy in the church these days this was a dignified understated ceremony and felt very like a real community celebration of remembrance.

My young 8year old son Milo never met either of his grandfathers, and is desperate to know all about them and what they were like.  They would both have been so proud of him – its a shame they’re not around to see this enthusiastic, sporty, intelligent, playful and quite fluent irish speaking boy!  We show him photos of our fathers but it takes more to describe their personalities – Milo is fascinated with the fact that he shares my dad’s passion for lego and making things – so he figures they would have definitely got on well and his other grandfather was a gaelgóir so he’s pleased to know that they could have chatted in irish.  He often wonders if the grandads get to meet in heaven and have discussions about him and his sisters progress in life!  One of his sisters wondered recently what accent my dad had – was it a strong Cavan one like my brother and I found my self saddened realising that we have no video or sound recordings of him – wish I had.  My challenge is to bring a wonderful man to life in my son’s mind so that he knows where he comes from and what characteristics he shares with his grandads.  We regularly visit my dad’s grave and occasionally my father in law’s (because its more difficult to get to) and Milo was moved to tears visiting them – seeing their graves and headstones as his most tangible connection to them.  Unlike his experience we will be able to leave a record of speech, movement and colour – one of the many advantages of our digital age.

In the meantime, we can light a candle of remembrance, shining a light on our past, illuminating our future!