Remembering them.

The dead.

So many saints and saintly people, passed on.

Grandparents are gone.

Many parents, aunties, uncles, gone too.

Even cousins, and a few friends, colleagues,

Los muertos, all.

And so I find myself praying for them still; for their families; for connection, and for well-being.

Praying for insight and peace, and remembering and loving them still,

Loving them still.