Sunday Stills- Hallowe'en

Hallowe'en means Hallowed Evening, or, Holy Evening. It is the night before All Saints Day, and celebrates the lives of saints; those blessed souls who have made it to Heaven. I don't buy into the scary, occult based celebration that this holy evening has become . Since it is about the dead, and evening, first I'll share a moonshot- the full moon, on Hallowe'en, from my back door.

The other day, I took a walk through the Pioneer cemetery, and found some interesting graves, some of which tell their own story.

A husband who died at the age of 42, probably in the 1st World War; his wife who lived to be 98, and their child who died at 8 months. No graves of other children, so this is a sad story.

Loved so much they counted even the days of her life: 80 years, 5 months, 2 days.

Twin brothers; one died at 9 years old, one died at 81 years old. Reunited in the grave.

A husband and wife, at rest beneath a blanket of moss

And this one; the most poignant of all- two souls whose names, once carved in stone, have been erased by time, with nothing left but a blank stone to commemorate their passing, but whose mortal remains caress the roots of a lofty tree , so that even in death we are reminded that there is life. God bless all the souls of those we have lost, and whose memories we hold dear.