Many of my readers know that although we are not religious, we often visited The Abbey to light candles for our Dads.
There didn’t need to be a special occasion, but over the years it has become a kind of tradition that if we are in a strange place where there is a church we go in and light a candle for each of them.
Photos: my own taken in The Abbey
We have been here five weeks, and both of us have been a little anxious to make good on our tradition.
There are a lot of churches in this area (Roman Catholic, Methodist, Evangelical, Christian Fellowship, C of E, Salvation Army, Spiritualist, All Saints) but none we have seen with open doors to go inside. Naturally we appreciate we will not be able to take Maggie in here.
I believe there is something after this Life, and that when my time comes, I shall be reunited with those I love. I am comfortable with that thought.
I don’t think you have to go to church to pray, and by that way of thinking, we have brought a church to us so-to-speak.
Yesterday, we purchased a large Church Candle and a kilner jar.
We took the lid and hinges off the jar to act as a container, and put a small crocheted cover on our table to protect it, just in case.
Last night, we lit our candle to show the Dads where we are and to let them know we are thinking of them. We let it burn for about an hour before taking Maggie out prior to bedtime.
It may not be the same, but the thought and love behind it will never change.
To them both we say
Wherever you are Dad, this is where we are and you can find us by following the light.