Webweaver

Silver web spun of a twisted imagination
2001-10-26 18:01:04 (UTC)

Samhain

I think this year I will make an offering to my grandparents
in the field. It's sad that I never knew them, especially my
namesake. On the evening of Samhain, you are supposed to set
a place at the table for those who have gone before. I never
can because of my parents. But that won't stop me from
taking the simple feast to them at the tree. I know my dad
misses her, and I wonder what she was like. I remind him of
her. I will have to continue this later when Patrick is not
looking over my shoulder. I'm in Math Com class.




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