As we all know, unless you’re living under a rock, or completely oblivious – which I won’t judge, it’s happened to us all at some point – yesterday was All Saints Day.

Today is All Souls Day.

There are so many traditions and beliefs around both of these. What else would you expect when involving The Roman Catholic Church, but I tend to take my own spin on it.

Brother and I have a tradition. We light a candle in honor of each deceased family member, as well as others who are no longer with us that we would like to remember and honor.

It’s a wonderful tradition. In lieu of candles, we use tea lights. It was a breath taking sight last night, seeing the entire dining and living room full of light.

I happen to take a deep interest in family history, and have traced both sides of my family. So, needless to say, I had a lot of tea lights lit.

But there was one person in particular I felt an enormous fondness for: my grandmother.

I found myself blinking back tears as I thought of her, putting her tea light in a votive that was once hers.

I always felt a profound connection with my grandmother from my earliest memory. I was young when she died, 7, but she has stayed close to my heart and I know, she’s part of My People now.

Still, I was caught by surprise at the emotion which took hold of me.

That deep yearning of missing someone and wishing they could be here.