There’s something strangely reassuring about All Souls Day. While All Saints has the distinctive aura of a post-graduation party, for the elite few (despite well intentioned sermons to the contrary)…All Souls, on the other hand, we are comfortable with. After all aren’t we all souls, living, dying or dead, in varying states of grace and disgrace?
Before I experienced the death of a parent, All Souls meant little more than an obligatory Mass attendance, leaving grave cleaning, flowers and candle lighting to pious others. But now I look forward to the familiar rituals of remembering and praying. It will be like a reunion party of sorts. A comforting physical connection, if only for a day, with loved ones gone before us.
The gravestone becomes a milestone along eternal life’s journey.
Happy All Souls… and All Saints!