November is traditionally the month dedicated to the remembrance of those we love who have died. We all have a story to tell of someone we miss, though we may not often have the chance to share our stories of love and loss.
There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o’er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
Walter de la Mare
Those who left us still remain a part of our lives – their stories are our stories, but sadly strong Irish traditions of loss and remembrance have faded. So this November we want to revive those traditions and remember, share, celebrate and reminisce about those we love who have died. We want people to take time to talk about what made their loved ones so special and important thus continuing the bond they had with them in their life. This could be through poetry, walking and talking, photography, song or painting.