This will always be 21 for me, though this post is nothing to do with birthdays or voting.
My Dad died twenty one years ago today, so Hubby and I walked up to The Abbey to light a candle.
It was early but we had missed the nine o’clock communion, so The Abbey was quiet and strangely deserted.
We walked to The Lady Chapel and the candle arch was completely empty, so having lit our two, we placed them at the back and sat down in the pews with our thoughts.
Dad was only 67 when he died, no age really, and I still miss him. I always will, but he is forever with me in my heart and mind, along with the other treasured memories of good things and those I love.
On our previous visits, there are usually other candles burning, and as we sit and watch the flames flicker, our two will sway and join in the spiritual conversation.
Today as our candles burnt brightly in the peace and tranquil surroundings, we thought of our Dads as today’s ‘greeters’, welcoming all those remembered in this life but in the realms of the afterlife.
I didn’t have my camera today and there is now a charge should you wish to take your own photographs. I took these some time ago.